[Poison sighs, drops carefully back into the bed and rests her forearm against the bridge of her nose for a moment. Carlisle being exasperatingly negative is not a new experience for her, but when it's about something that is so plainly true and on display right in front of her, how can she hope to argue against him?]
Did you always have some hope? [She asks then, after a few moments of silence. There has to be a reason, when he's so sure now of it, that he never went through with ending his own life.]
no subject
[Poison sighs, drops carefully back into the bed and rests her forearm against the bridge of her nose for a moment. Carlisle being exasperatingly negative is not a new experience for her, but when it's about something that is so plainly true and on display right in front of her, how can she hope to argue against him?]
Did you always have some hope? [She asks then, after a few moments of silence. There has to be a reason, when he's so sure now of it, that he never went through with ending his own life.]
That maybe you could find some kind of cure?