They're fools.

Fools to think their acts won't catch up with them eventually, even here, fools to believe they might be able to have this peace, but Sylvie thinks she can live with this sort of foolishness. Not so long ago, she wouldn't have believed it, but now she wants to hold onto it with both hands.

"Please," she says on an exhale, without really knowing what she's asking for. Everything. Him. Whatever he wants to give her.