He had never understood Hannah's past, only pieced together a vague notion of it from the bits and pieces he heard from others.
But the experiences concerning Hannah and the events that happened were foreign to him, unknown.
Hannah didn't speak of them, and he never took the initiative to ask.
Yet today, watching her skillfully organize the post-battle operations, he was suddenly struck by an illusory feeling of great distance from her.
Just like looking up at the bright moon and stars in the sky, you can feel their brilliant light and know they are always there, but you can never touch them.
Hannah rested her face on the back of her hand, turning her head to meet Arnold Simmons's gaze, smiling, "Do you want to know?"
Arnold Simmons was slightly stunned.
She continued: "To know about my past."
Arnold Simmons finally responded, in a low voice, "If you want to talk about it."
