Aure: "Dear sister, you look upset….once again."
Aeva: "It’s nothing."
Aure: "Yet your eyelids have swollen so beautifully. It can only be due to crying or a glorious brawl. I hope for the latter and fear for the first."
Aeva: "Probably an allergy."
Aure: "During winter time? Yes, seems most likely."
Aeva: "....I wonder... Why people are so mean?"
Aure: "Because they are people. Who has been mean toward you this time?"
Aeva: "No one."
Aure: "They say the eldest carries more wisdom than the latter children, yet I don’t seem to understand how ‘no one’ could be mean. Something that does not exist can do very little harm."
Aeva: "It was just a question, Aure. No one has been mean toward me."
Aure: "Right. Well -if- someone would be mean toward you, hypothetically speaking, you’d know where to find me."
Aeva: "I know... Thanks. I...I sometimes wish I’d be more...like you".
Aure: "It would surely save you from a lot of trouble if you’d carry even half of my cynical wisdom, yet at the same time it’s a blessing you don’t share my grim spirits. You are the light where as I’m the darkness. You are beautiful the way you are, kind and...silly. Do not let anyone convince you otherwise, even if that anyone is me."
Aeva: "How am I silly? I am not silly!"
Aure: "Perhaps a little daft then?"
Aeva: "No".
Aure: "Simple?"
Aeva: "No!"
Aure: "Half-witted?"
Aeva: "No. I am not half-witted!"
Aure: "You are."
Aeva: "I am not!"
Aure: "You are a little half-witted."
Aeva: "No I am not!"
Aure: "Well you follow and bow at those who are mean to you. You trust those who are not worthy of your trust. What would you call it then?"
Aeva: "Hopeful."
Aure: "I think that's perhaps a synonym for....naive?"
Aeva: "I am not naive!"
Aure: "Well why do you befriend and court people who seem nothing but shady?"
Aeva: "I refuse to see only darkness in their shades. I know very well that people often lie and seek to fullfill only their own needs, never-minding the chaos they leave behind. I have witnessed this countless of times, most of the times my own heart paying the price.... and at times I’ve been the one who does wrong."
Aure: "Good, then it should be easy for you to stop trusting these people."
Aeva: "But it has never been a matter of trust!"
Aure: "It hasn’t?"
Aeva: "No, I don't trust them. It is not a matter of trust... It is a matter of hope".
Aure: "You place your hope on the mean and untrustworthy?"
Aeva: "Yes. Like you said, we are all mean, because we are Men. We all cast a shadow behind ourselves. On whom should I place my hope then if not on us? The Elves?"
Aure: "By Bema. Not those weird bastards!"
Aeva: "The Elves it is then."
Aure: "I said ‘Not those’?"
Aeva: "I’m quite sure you said ‘Yes those’".
Aure: "No, I said ‘Not those’."
Aeva: "Are you sure? I’m pretty sure I heard a ‘yes’ there."
Aure: "You are being delusional again."
Aeva: "Or very hopeful."
Aure: "I'm starting to think they are the same thing."
