[ She looks at him for a long time. What does she envision he being talented in... especially if he thinks it's worthless? It has to be some kinda of art, considering her own experiences, but doesn't that kind of insecurity show up anywhere and everywhere? She attempts to envision him as a painter or a writer, maybe even something that deals with science... or mathematics.
It's hard to say because she's learned that everyone on the inside looks different than what they are on the inside. ]
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It's hard to say because she's learned that everyone on the inside looks different than what they are on the inside. ]
What is it? Your talent, I mean.