[She reaches up and cups his face in her palms, rough callouses gently scraping across sharp cheekbones.]
I love you, Ilyushka.
[It's less a profession of affection now, and more like a lesson she seems to be trying to impress upon him.]
No matter how far you go or what you do, or don't do, even if you never speak to me or visit for the rest of my life—you can't make me stop loving you. Even if you had done something—if you had earned your place on the gallows—I'd still love you. To the very end.
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I love you, Ilyushka.
[It's less a profession of affection now, and more like a lesson she seems to be trying to impress upon him.]
No matter how far you go or what you do, or don't do, even if you never speak to me or visit for the rest of my life—you can't make me stop loving you. Even if you had done something—if you had earned your place on the gallows—I'd still love you. To the very end.