[Olivia cannot help but frown. How does she know what her future self is like? Of course it'd be ideal that she didn't marry someone who wasn't good to her or to her future son, but...
Well. Things aren't always ideal, are they? Olivia may be an optimist (for everything that doesn't involve her, anyway), but she isn't a fool. She isn't wilfully blind or ignorant. If wishes were pegasi and all of that.]
I'm... still having difficulty imagining myself marrying anyone at all.
[Her gaze drops from Inigo once more and she sits on those words a bit, knowing they're more truthful than she wants them to be. The last time she talked about marriage where Inigo wasn't involved was having to recount the nobleman that Basilio had rescued her from.
A situation like that leaves the thought of marriage a rather heavy one, even for someone like her.
Regardless, Inigo manages to lift some of the weight resting down atop her shoulders when he explains. But at the tail end, she can hear herself in his words and her heart aches at the thought. She knows how she perceives herself. She's never wanted Inigo to fall into the same patterns.]
No. You aren't. [She begins gently.] You exceed what anyone could have expected of you. You surpass all of that. You're so much more important, so much more wonderful than you can ever know. Maybe you haven't heard that nearly as much as you should, but it doesn't mean it's absent.
[She can't change his past. She can't undo whatever a future Olivia might have done, or whatever his father did or didn't do. But she's here in the now, and maybe... just maybe, that counts for something.]
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Well. Things aren't always ideal, are they? Olivia may be an optimist (for everything that doesn't involve her, anyway), but she isn't a fool. She isn't wilfully blind or ignorant. If wishes were pegasi and all of that.]
I'm... still having difficulty imagining myself marrying anyone at all.
[Her gaze drops from Inigo once more and she sits on those words a bit, knowing they're more truthful than she wants them to be. The last time she talked about marriage where Inigo wasn't involved was having to recount the nobleman that Basilio had rescued her from.
A situation like that leaves the thought of marriage a rather heavy one, even for someone like her.
Regardless, Inigo manages to lift some of the weight resting down atop her shoulders when he explains. But at the tail end, she can hear herself in his words and her heart aches at the thought. She knows how she perceives herself. She's never wanted Inigo to fall into the same patterns.]
No. You aren't. [She begins gently.] You exceed what anyone could have expected of you. You surpass all of that. You're so much more important, so much more wonderful than you can ever know. Maybe you haven't heard that nearly as much as you should, but it doesn't mean it's absent.
[She can't change his past. She can't undo whatever a future Olivia might have done, or whatever his father did or didn't do. But she's here in the now, and maybe... just maybe, that counts for something.]