“It’s been ten months, how long does she need?”
“And she’s had how many years, without parents, teachers, bosses? I mean, even when she had foster parents, I don’t think it was sunbeams and rainbows, y’know?”
He rubbed his chin. “…Yeah.”
Yeah, this might take a while.
“Tell me she hasn’t gotten at least a bit better in the course of those ten months.”
“Marginally.”
“There you go. It’ll only improve from here on out.”
A little bit of hope for the being that lives in the dark.
He offered me a theatric groan in reply.
Hehe.
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