"So is this it? Is the transformation complete? You are a cynic now?"
He was a bit uncomfortable with her line of questioning. Something about it bothered him. Was it the personal nature of it? Maybe such directness from her? Or perhaps something he had simply avoided thinking about till now?
"I don't think there was ever a transformation here. Cynic in me has always been. Its the optimist and believer in me I am worried about."
"Worried about? What is it that worries you there?"
"Erosion. Piece by piece disintegration. Corrosion to the point where all that is left is what can not be washed away."
"And what is it that's been left behind?"
"The cynic. The unbeliever. The part that can survive the harsh conditions of these waves."
"Survive this erosion of yours?"
He nodded silently. She had what she needed.
He was a bit uncomfortable with her line of questioning. Something about it bothered him. Was it the personal nature of it? Maybe such directness from her? Or perhaps something he had simply avoided thinking about till now?
"I don't think there was ever a transformation here. Cynic in me has always been. Its the optimist and believer in me I am worried about."
"Worried about? What is it that worries you there?"
"Erosion. Piece by piece disintegration. Corrosion to the point where all that is left is what can not be washed away."
"And what is it that's been left behind?"
"The cynic. The unbeliever. The part that can survive the harsh conditions of these waves."
"Survive this erosion of yours?"
He nodded silently. She had what she needed.
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