"You're not them," she said, again. "For a hundred little reasons, and because -- because they're not in the woods because they can't sleep at night, knowing what they did to us. They feel guilty thinking that people hate them. It's ... I don't think it eats at them."
That was the whole problem, wasn't it? If it did, the Guado wouldn't have to be pushed into atoning. Wouldn't have to be convinced to think about someone other than themselves.
She shook her head. "Maybe I want to hear it, if it's tearing you up. Maybe ... I can, now. Because I'm not ..."
This was all so weird, to try to think about.
"I think I felt like a hypocrite," she said, very very softly. "Loving you, but hating them. Except you're not them. You never were. And I don't hate them, anyway. I could, and I thought about just letting myself hate them, and that would have been okay, but I decided not to. So ... everything's ... different."
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Date: 2009-09-22 02:26 am (UTC)"You're not them," she said, again. "For a hundred little reasons, and because -- because they're not in the woods because they can't sleep at night, knowing what they did to us. They feel guilty thinking that people hate them. It's ... I don't think it eats at them."
That was the whole problem, wasn't it? If it did, the Guado wouldn't have to be pushed into atoning. Wouldn't have to be convinced to think about someone other than themselves.
She shook her head. "Maybe I want to hear it, if it's tearing you up. Maybe ... I can, now. Because I'm not ..."
This was all so weird, to try to think about.
"I think I felt like a hypocrite," she said, very very softly. "Loving you, but hating them. Except you're not them. You never were. And I don't hate them, anyway. I could, and I thought about just letting myself hate them, and that would have been okay, but I decided not to. So ... everything's ... different."