~ In the Realm of Pain, I am the Deceiver ~
"I love you," he says, "and it's not magic."
She scoffs. "It's just a lie."
Her words lie between them like a dead fish in the silence.
But he can never stay quiet for long, even when he's trying, and after a few moments he presses on.
"But isn't magic just lying hard enough that reality itself starts to believe you?"
And she laughs, because this conversation is absurd, and she knows that no matter what she says, it won't stop him from telling her that he loves her again next time. And he knows they will have a different argument next time, because there is nothing he can say that will make her believe him. He's just waiting for they day that she'll finally say it back to him, even if she thinks they're both lying to each other.