[ He doesn't mean it this way, but his question is like a barb. Simply, with honesty: ]
No, not really.
[ He's not being literal, but it doesn't feel right to play along, so she answers sincerely, instead. Where he flashes a dishonest smile, she keeps her expression serene, calm, like an undisturbed lake. That her home was lost in an instant is a fact of life, one she's been forced to accept over the last hundred years. The wound is still raw, always will be, but its perhaps not so recently made as the others'.
Maybe she ought to get a better understanding of his own secret, before disentangling the rest. ]
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No, not really.
[ He's not being literal, but it doesn't feel right to play along, so she answers sincerely, instead. Where he flashes a dishonest smile, she keeps her expression serene, calm, like an undisturbed lake. That her home was lost in an instant is a fact of life, one she's been forced to accept over the last hundred years. The wound is still raw, always will be, but its perhaps not so recently made as the others'.
Maybe she ought to get a better understanding of his own secret, before disentangling the rest. ]
What does it mean, "gambling with your life?"