[It's good he's tugged her in so close. It means that if her mouth trembles, if her voice shakes, if she admits that she's weak and vulnerable and scared, no one will be able to see. Rosalind squeezes her eyes shut tight, burying her face against him for a long few seconds.
She's always, always known what she wants, and her life has always revolved around achieving it. She'd looked to the future and wanted desperately to be a reputable scientist, someone who had gone farther than anyone else, and known even as a child that she could do it. She was brilliant beyond compare, and there was nothing that would stop her from exercising that brilliance.
But in order to accomplish that, she'd had to become ruthless. She'd done whatever it had taken to accomplish her goals, and forcibly cut out those elements which would seek to hold her back. Friends, family, lovers, all of them were entirely unimportant in the face of her goals. And emotions . . . oh, she'd long since learned to suppress those. Grief and anger, yes, but most importantly: regret. She had no time for regrets.
But that doesn't mean they weren't there.]
Wife or scientist, pretty or respected, friends or success, a baby or a career . . . good god, Robert, when have I ever been able to have both?
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[It's good he's tugged her in so close. It means that if her mouth trembles, if her voice shakes, if she admits that she's weak and vulnerable and scared, no one will be able to see. Rosalind squeezes her eyes shut tight, burying her face against him for a long few seconds.
She's always, always known what she wants, and her life has always revolved around achieving it. She'd looked to the future and wanted desperately to be a reputable scientist, someone who had gone farther than anyone else, and known even as a child that she could do it. She was brilliant beyond compare, and there was nothing that would stop her from exercising that brilliance.
But in order to accomplish that, she'd had to become ruthless. She'd done whatever it had taken to accomplish her goals, and forcibly cut out those elements which would seek to hold her back. Friends, family, lovers, all of them were entirely unimportant in the face of her goals. And emotions . . . oh, she'd long since learned to suppress those. Grief and anger, yes, but most importantly: regret. She had no time for regrets.
But that doesn't mean they weren't there.]
Wife or scientist, pretty or respected, friends or success, a baby or a career . . . good god, Robert, when have I ever been able to have both?