. . . I would like to, as well. [She doesn't want to make it about her, but.] I owe her - or whatever illusory piece of her that may have been - my life, and yet I feel that I failed her. [Because she will accept, from him, that it may not have been entirely real. But the child was no automaton, either. Spirits can do strange things; they can linger somewhere, leave an imprint of a person where they go. Maybe that explains it. What she won't listen to is any suggestion that it didn't mean something.]
[Good. I can't believe Pride is valid, now. She understands a little, about being unable to ask for or acknowledge help, so she doesn't miss the appreciation.]
. . . The other three, who were there. I would like to tell them of this conversation, because they are also concerned with her well-being. May I?
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If there is any way I can aid you, then I will.
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[they won't say it, but it's clear they appreciate the offer.]
I will look into it. Tell whoever has the dagger to come to me. I'd like it back.
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[Good. I can't believe Pride is valid, now. She understands a little, about being unable to ask for or acknowledge help, so she doesn't miss the appreciation.]
. . . The other three, who were there. I would like to tell them of this conversation, because they are also concerned with her well-being. May I?
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Yes. [they say, finally.] The four of you who took care of her.
[they have rights, as far as pride is concerned.]
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they pause, and then just give her a small nod, and if she doesn't stop them, they step back into the shadows against the wall and vanish.]