[ She's a little confused. What is there to question? Either he thinks one way, or he doesn't. It didn't use to matter to him, did it? He always went about doing things in his own way, as if a lake that refused to ripple by any external or internal factors. ]
You were never much for shoulds, only what was.
[ She smiles, but it's a touch rueful, a tinge wistful. ]
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You were never much for shoulds, only what was.
[ She smiles, but it's a touch rueful, a tinge wistful. ]
... It's not a bad thing that you've changed.