[ When she sees his hand reach out towards her, her own hand seems to lift and reach for it in turn, a seemingly innate, instinctual response— but at the last second, she hesitates again, pulling back just short of being able to grasp his hand. ]
I...
[ Her gaze flits down at the sight of his hand, then back up to his face. And not for the first time, Ori wonders how differently her life would have played out if she had someone like Eustace being there for her along the way just like he is, now.
Finally, she reaches out and takes his hand decisively. ]
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I...
[ Her gaze flits down at the sight of his hand, then back up to his face. And not for the first time, Ori wonders how differently her life would have played out if she had someone like Eustace being there for her along the way just like he is, now.
Finally, she reaches out and takes his hand decisively. ]
I don't want to be in here anymore.