Lovely, spooky, and sad, all at the same time. There's something very striking about the simplicity of this.
"Of her husband's projections, Mal wants to say this: These are not your people. These are not your friends. Every quirk or quibble elevated to defining trait and she wants him to remember Arthur, barefoot in the sand and tie loose, or Eames with a book of Tennyson slipping from slack fingers as he drifts deep into sleep, sprawled across their overstuffed chair. "
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Date: 2010-09-03 06:11 pm (UTC)"Of her husband's projections, Mal wants to say this: These are not your people. These are not your friends. Every quirk or quibble elevated to defining trait and she wants him to remember Arthur, barefoot in the sand and tie loose, or Eames with a book of Tennyson slipping from slack fingers as he drifts deep into sleep, sprawled across their overstuffed chair. "
This has to be my favourite line. Absolutely.