“You are so much more than what the war has done to you.” Her voice shook with conviction, but he still wouldn’t look at her. “You are,” she said desperately. “Just—just like I am. There’s more to both of us—it’s just waiting to get out. Someday, we’ll leave all this behind. Go far away, and you’ll see. The two of us—I think we could.” He made no answer, but she dimly felt his fingers grip hers tighter.
