Veil — Vol. 2 - Chapter 19

Temperature of the heart

[Emma]: Say, give me your hand?

[Aleksander]: Here.

[Emma]: Hmm, I see...

[Aleksander]: What's going on?

[Aleksander]: Oho...

[Emma]: I wonder if I can tell what's in your heart...

[Aleksander]: Pardon?

[Emma]: Since when do hearts wear gloves?

[Aleksander]: Here we go again.

[Aleksander]: I guess...

[Aleksander]: Hmm...

[Emma]: Your heart.

[Emma]: Seems complicated to me regardless.

[Emma]: I'm not a doctor, so I'm not sure...

[Aleksander]: An ashtray.

[Aleksander]: That'll be all.

[Emma]: Apparently, the size of your hand

[Emma]: is the same as the size of your heart.

[Aleksander]: You learn something new every day.

[Aleksander]: Thanks to you putting my "heart" in the open.

[Aleksander]: The lemon pasta, and...

[Emma]: Thoughts, feelings...

[Emma]: Things like those can't be seen so simply.

[Aleksander]: If everything could be found in the palms of our hands, life would be much easier.

[Emma]: I think it's trying to make it's way outside.

[Emma]: "Let me out!"

[Emma]: It's the heart wanting to see for itself what's going on...

Here you are...

Today, the house also offers another fragrance, should you wish for a second cup.

[Emma]: Thank you.

[Emma]: You have to respond some way or another, it's impolite otherwise.

[Aleksander]: Your story just left me... speechless, that's all...

[Emma]: Oh...

[Emma]: I suppose it can be nice to listen in silence.

[Emma]: Mh.

[Aleksander]: What's happened to you?

[Emma]: That's why, usually, we look to the face's expression...

[Emma]: It's a little more acces- sible...

[Emma]: You know...

[Emma]: When your heart races...

[Emma]: I...

[Emma]: "Look at all of me!" it says...

[Emma]: "Why am I beating so hard?

Your pasta and

a Highland Toffee tea.

As well as the ashtray.

[Emma]: Just a thank you for presenting me your hand.

[Aleksander]: You really are a mystery...

[Emma]: Delicious!

[Emma]: Do you think so?

[Aleksander]: Yes.

[Aleksander]: Very much so.

[Aleksander]: I don't think you could be more mys- terious.

[Aleksander]: Going back to the heart...

[Aleksander]: Even I can't really read it. It's quite troublesome.

[Emma]: Like me, then?

[Aleksander]: Yeah. Like you.

[Aleksander]: But I suppose...

[Aleksander]: The trouble isn't all that bad.