"You are only the second one to ever say they like speaking to me." She wondered whether Liam and William had anything else in common. Drusilla turned her head to look at him, studying what she could see. Probably more than most, as that tended to be the case. "I feel like there is a war waging inside me. Have you ever felt that way?"
"A little. Sometimes." Mostly between who he had to be for his mother and who he wanted to be. He wanted so much more but how could he ever find it? He didn't know. He was afraid he would never be more than he is now - a lowly loser, not fit for anything of use.
"I understand intense emotion." He only had them. "It's ... it's all consuming, isn't it?"
"It's burning up my soul. There will be nothing but ash left in the end." Drusilla smiled at her own choice of words, some self-awareness causing her to shake his head and reach for William's arm, just to touch it for a moment. "Don't take me so seriously. Sometimes I talk nonsense."
She pulled her hand back and glanced behind herself. All in her head. "But you will be a great man. That's not nonsense."
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"I understand intense emotion." He only had them. "It's ... it's all consuming, isn't it?"
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She pulled her hand back and glanced behind herself. All in her head. "But you will be a great man. That's not nonsense."