Platitudes from pious dead men.

[Murmured low, under her breath. Something she'd thought before, and. Still thinks now, really. Cliched phrases that have meaning only if you wish it. Heavy thoughts that she sets aside in favor of another sip.]

Until very recently, I would have to disagree with you. But...[She shrugs.] Sometimes one finds associates that make things easier to believe.

[One last awkward pat and her hand returns to her glass.]