“Two paths now leading to a love; both true. A different shape of happiness to be found with each. Which path you take? Depends on many things. What you choose. What they choose. A thousand other decisions, or possibly very few. One you would love deeply. One you would love completely. One sharp as a knife. One a game of mirrors. One more difficult. One less free. Both inheritors to the line that refused to die when your first heart was buried.”
My theory? The lines are Hawkes and Pierce (Islington has, for all intents and purposes, been removed from the running in my eyes):
Pierce is the one she would love deeply, who is sharp as a knife and more difficult.
Hawkes is the one she would love completely, a game of mirrors. And, as we learned recently, he is less free.
