Wesley faced her, with nothing but a honest look potraying on his face...
"If only I could get to experience that" she replied, with the exact opposite of his conduct "Even for one flash of the moment" her voice, low, but still, the pain could easily be sensed within it.
Fionna inwardly laughed... It somehow left her amused.
Whenever someone gets gifted with the ability to do this or anything better than most people, they get tired of it... Wishing it had never been theirs in the first place.
She thought, as she never had this, the feeling of having her own source of joy... A motive, special only to her permitting her to keep breathing, as she would embark on this out of one mind's journey... Would she have likewise gotten tired of it at some point?
Surely not... And as well, surely
