How do you forgive someone for something they never did? is a question she finds herself asking from time to time. Anya believes what she told him that first day. That he would never hurt her. The unfired gun lying in a box in the back of her closet speaks as a testament to that. Gleb had been given orders and disobeyed them.
Perhaps there is nothing to forgive. Or if there is, all of it is worth being forgiven for tonight. It is about to the start of a new year. 2018, a hundred years from that fateful night. Here they both are, survivors of it, standing in front of the city hall of a strange city. They both deserve to start the new year off how they want it to be.
She laughs lightly at his small joke, tilting her head in mild interest. "You haven't gotten one for yourself yet?" She gestures to the booths all around. "We really should fix that before midnight. There's not much time left."
At his question, she considers it for a moment, her expression changing to thoughtful before back into a smile. "I have been, though I think the champagne has helped."
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Perhaps there is nothing to forgive. Or if there is, all of it is worth being forgiven for tonight. It is about to the start of a new year. 2018, a hundred years from that fateful night. Here they both are, survivors of it, standing in front of the city hall of a strange city. They both deserve to start the new year off how they want it to be.
She laughs lightly at his small joke, tilting her head in mild interest. "You haven't gotten one for yourself yet?" She gestures to the booths all around. "We really should fix that before midnight. There's not much time left."
At his question, she considers it for a moment, her expression changing to thoughtful before back into a smile. "I have been, though I think the champagne has helped."