Stacia returns the hug with enthusiasm and accepts the coffee, which is warm and glorious with the promise of caffeine.
"Problems that aren't supernatural?" she asks, an expression of exaggerated shock falling over her face. "Will the wonders never cease?"
She takes a sip of coffee so that she can consider her wording, then decides she's over-thinking it. "I've been chewing on a philosophical problem, and I'm not getting anywhere on my own. Fortunately, you're the person I know who's best suited to helping me work it out, because I know you've thought about it."
She flashes him a quick grin, then sobers to pose the question: "How do I know whether I'm showing mercy or whether I just don't want to do what truly needs to be done?"
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Stacia returns the hug with enthusiasm and accepts the coffee, which is warm and glorious with the promise of caffeine.
"Problems that aren't supernatural?" she asks, an expression of exaggerated shock falling over her face. "Will the wonders never cease?"
She takes a sip of coffee so that she can consider her wording, then decides she's over-thinking it. "I've been chewing on a philosophical problem, and I'm not getting anywhere on my own. Fortunately, you're the person I know who's best suited to helping me work it out, because I know you've thought about it."
She flashes him a quick grin, then sobers to pose the question: "How do I know whether I'm showing mercy or whether I just don't want to do what truly needs to be done?"