He hadn't known what farmers were until a few weeks into his life here on the Surface, but he understands what she's saying.
Kate wouldn't have lived in Habble Morning. Kate would have lived far lower down the Spire, where her family would work as laborers, perhaps in a vattery, perhaps doing...something else.
The thing is, he's known that for months. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Kate knows far more about running a household than he does, that she's used to hard work and long hours, that she's practical and sensible because she's never had to wrestle with the agonizing dilemma of choosing between the sky-blue silk for her gown or the leaf-green brocade. She's a pretty girl, and she obviously takes pride in her appearance, but it's a far quieter sort of pride than he's used to from girls like his cousin, and the girls he went to school with.
He frowns at her, stuck on one thing she said. "...Like I...deserve?" That makes no sense. She was there when he told her what he was, what that meant. He doesn't deserve anything. Certainly not a girl as wonderful as Kate, no matter her faults. "Kate, I..."
His words fail him and he trails off.
"I love you too," he says finally, as if they hadn't already established that. As if he hadn't shouted it at her, flung the words in her face like an accusation, pointed and barbed and aimed to hurt.
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Kate wouldn't have lived in Habble Morning. Kate would have lived far lower down the Spire, where her family would work as laborers, perhaps in a vattery, perhaps doing...something else.
The thing is, he's known that for months. It doesn't take a genius to realize that Kate knows far more about running a household than he does, that she's used to hard work and long hours, that she's practical and sensible because she's never had to wrestle with the agonizing dilemma of choosing between the sky-blue silk for her gown or the leaf-green brocade. She's a pretty girl, and she obviously takes pride in her appearance, but it's a far quieter sort of pride than he's used to from girls like his cousin, and the girls he went to school with.
He frowns at her, stuck on one thing she said. "...Like I...deserve?" That makes no sense. She was there when he told her what he was, what that meant. He doesn't deserve anything. Certainly not a girl as wonderful as Kate, no matter her faults. "Kate, I..."
His words fail him and he trails off.
"I love you too," he says finally, as if they hadn't already established that. As if he hadn't shouted it at her, flung the words in her face like an accusation, pointed and barbed and aimed to hurt.