Sofie listened as he talked.  He did seem to have a good grasp of sensibility.  Only a sensible, responsible person could go back on their words and what they believed in to say aloud their wrong thoughts.  He was a smart man.  But he had gotten her meaning wrong.  People [i]did[/i] deserve help.  She believed her father deserved it and so did the people in her father's circle.  Even though they had things no person could forgive, she had the soft view that every human being on earth should have something good done to them.  At least she wanted to have it done to her.  Sofie scoffed, self pity had seeded itself in her soul.  It was not a good thing.

[i]"You spoke my name for the first time. I'm glad."
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Sofie smiled, the tiniest bit.  She liked the sound of his name.

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She woke up on time at 6am.  Sofie rolled over in her bed and tossed the blanket she had on off of her. A murmur disturbed her feet's descent to the ground and she got onto her tippy toes to look at the top bunk where Ed had slung an arm lazily across his forehead, messing up his shiny black hair. He was sleep talking, but she couldn't understand what he was saying.  She could see he was shivering though and lifted her blanket from her bed, draping it over his expanding chest. The act surprised her.  She was rarely this considerate.  Something must've gotten into her from their talk the night before.  She closed her eyes for a moment to still herself before she grabbed the clothes on the dresser and hopped into the bathroom.