She was quite happy that he seemed to be opening up more. If she was honest, she liked talking to Galileo, but when was she not honest? Willoughby felt a giggle slip from her lips at his insistence he'd make more mistakes than her. Than anyone. He seemed very confident of this fact. But before she could tease or remark back, he pointed out that she seemed confident.
“Perhaps I just” she searched for the right word, flickering her eyes away from his face to view the landscape before them “am ignorant” the maiden settled on that singular word for a few seconds. “they say it is bliss, to not be aware of the world.” She had not been privy to many tragedies.
So she felt she was unburdened by it. Therefore, she could not point fingers at anyone for their past. It was just logical to the young woman. “I suppose” and pink tinted her cheeks at his compliment “I entertain many with singing and dancing; but most do not like to know me beyond that.” They wanted to believe she was a pretty little songbird.
They didn't want to believe she was capable of anything more than what she looked like. Fragile. Delicate. Pretty, but ignorant. Stupid in a way. She pauses again, a thoughtful look on her face. “Well, you are the first ogre I have met” so she couldn't attest to others “but you don't seem bad at all.” Perhaps a bit lonely, even if he would deny it.
“Oh?” he liked being alone, he says, and she wonders if she is bothering him. “that is quite sad” Willoughby remarks upon those not understanding him “but you know; it isn't your fault” she adds, glancing his way again “those others just aren't willing to accept you.”
Yes, that must be it. “It is a shame, I think” she adds to Galileo “even if they don't agree with you, they should at least be willing to accept who you are. Acceptance doesn't have right or wrong. It isn't about agreeing or disagreeing. Embracing another takes courage, I suppose. They do not have it.”
“speech”
