Sun Mote Copse i'd rather chase the Sun than wait for it.

Did she? 

At that, she seems stumped, eyebrows crossed as glass eyes finally find their way back to Figment. 
I don't know, actually, is what she settles on. Her voice mirrors the fragility she feels, as if she may shatter beneath those sad, sad emerald eyes of his. A shared pain between them, but one she wishes didn't have to be shared. A pain no one deserved. 

She wanted him to look away before she started crying, and yet she didn't say anything about it.
Do you forgive yours?