[It doesn't make sense. It doesn't make any godsdamned sense and he knows it. Seven men but six, too. He should question her, or dismiss it as her simply not remembering. He knows that. And yet—]
[And yet, his brain can't register it as anything but gospel truth. There were six, and there was a seventh. Without hesitating, he nods his understanding.]
It must've been six! One, two, three, five, six, seven! Right?
[That's how you count. That's how he counts.]
[The second heart flickers to vibrant life again, and stays that way this time.]
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[And yet, his brain can't register it as anything but gospel truth. There were six, and there was a seventh. Without hesitating, he nods his understanding.]
It must've been six! One, two, three, five, six, seven! Right?
[That's how you count. That's how he counts.]
[The second heart flickers to vibrant life again, and stays that way this time.]