It seemed nonsensical to me, that she could make such a statement, though I could see the truth of her conviction behind her green, glowing eyes.
This was serious. This was truth. As true to her as the air she breathed. As true to her as the stars in the sky.
“He’s out there,” she whispered. “Even if you don’t believe. I do.“
But I didn’t and, even if it was true, it made no difference to me. Anyone, anything, that could have been out there gave up on us long ago.