[The shape of the word itself, technically, means nothing to her - he could have told her that the word was potato and she wouldn't have known the difference. But all the same, hearing it makes fresh tears spring to her eyes, and a lump forms in her throat that's so big that she can't speak around it at first.]
You have burdens.
[She says, her voice thick.]
I have no love; I have no burdens. I care for nobody living, and it's the most terrible kind of freedom that there is.
[She doesn't bother to use hand signals to try to translate that last bit for him. Even just saying it out loud in Greek exhausts her right now.]
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You have burdens.
[She says, her voice thick.]
I have no love; I have no burdens. I care for nobody living, and it's the most terrible kind of freedom that there is.
[She doesn't bother to use hand signals to try to translate that last bit for him. Even just saying it out loud in Greek exhausts her right now.]