"Not without a very high cost, and I think letting him see that on his own will not help. Hurting people who aren't your enemy isn't something everyone can live with."
How many people who fell wholly under the sway of the Entities did so because they thought themselves irrevocably damned? It's a question that's been plaguing her more and more, these past few months.
"So that leaves showing him that he doesn't need to be more than he is to protect people."
"I might need your help," Winter admits, though he starts walking again, moving to open the cafe house door for her. "With that. I can try to show him all day long, but I don't know if he'll believe me." Because, paradoxically, Steve knows him better. And has more expectations. (Though he's been good about keeping those expectations to himself, at least, and not laying them at Winter's feet.)
"I am much weaker than you," she concedes, though the slightly lopsided smile and crinkling of her nose suggest she isn't entirely serious. Less physically strong, perhaps, but she makes it up in other areas, and knows it.
She squeezes his flesh and blood arm as she steps past him into the cafe. "I'll do what I can to help."
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How many people who fell wholly under the sway of the Entities did so because they thought themselves irrevocably damned? It's a question that's been plaguing her more and more, these past few months.
"So that leaves showing him that he doesn't need to be more than he is to protect people."
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She squeezes his flesh and blood arm as she steps past him into the cafe. "I'll do what I can to help."
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Then he follows her inside, feeling a little bit better about things. "Order whatever you want. Fanciest coffee they've got. I'm paying."