[ Even though everything about this feels wrong, it is hard not to soften at the sight of his bow. She wants to believe that he is being sincere, that his dream was just that and nothing more. She sighs softly, trying to shake this feeling that she is somehow giving into him. ]

In the end, I suppose you've saved me the effort of reaching out to you.

[ Would she have, eventually? No way of knowing now. ]

So... will you tell me how much of it was true?