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A/N: Truisms has been giving me a lot of grief, but I'm almost done with the next chapter. In the meantime, just in case the show wasn't giving you enough angst...
Booth: "It's like he… he couldn't let her go."
Brennan: "…wouldn't make any comparisons with your current situation."
Because they aren't comparable, really. Even in death, the victim refused to release his female counterpart. But Booth… well, Booth seems to have let go without too much trouble. And that's good. She's glad he isn't suffering anymore.
Besides, he might have known, but she always knew that this would happen. 'Love' is merely a chemical reaction which fades and changes over time. She's never seen anything to disprove this, and she knows that she never will.
Nonetheless, as she sits at the bar, a part of her wishes (yet again) that she could have the comfort of belief that Booth possesses. She wishes that she could believe in a 'love' that could bridge any gap, right any wrong, survive anything.
She sits alone (again) in a sea of people, her metaphorical heart oddly twisted.
This was her choice, though, she thinks as she finishes off her beer. And considering the transient nature of 'love', she made the right choice for both of them. Hannah is someone with whom Booth could enjoy that thirty or forty or fifty years.
She just wishes that the reality of it wasn't so painful.