"Yet you didn't do so intentionally, dear," he told her patiently. "It was a mistake. They happen. I still make them, even at my age, and you'll probably have made plenty by the time you get as old as me. I doubt they'll all be as bad as this, but ... no one is infallible. Not even us."
He glanced back towards the door, his eyes equal parts distant and unhappy. "And really, I should have known. There was something wrong the day I came to you, after you'd had your nightmare. I felt it on some level, but I couldn't put my finger on it, and so I dismissed it. I imagine I was to concerned with other things to put much thought to it. I had the same feeling when Peter came to me outside the Gasthaus the day I disappeared."
He looked back to her, offering her a wan, wry smile. "You think after four hundred and three years, I'd have learned to trust my gut reactions."
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Date: 2010-11-14 11:28 pm (UTC)He glanced back towards the door, his eyes equal parts distant and unhappy. "And really, I should have known. There was something wrong the day I came to you, after you'd had your nightmare. I felt it on some level, but I couldn't put my finger on it, and so I dismissed it. I imagine I was to concerned with other things to put much thought to it. I had the same feeling when Peter came to me outside the Gasthaus the day I disappeared."
He looked back to her, offering her a wan, wry smile. "You think after four hundred and three years, I'd have learned to trust my gut reactions."