"Freedom," she repeats thoughtfully, glancing towards the open waters.
When Katherine was still human, she'd loved nothing more than gazing into the horizon and wondering about all the fantastic things and opportunities that were bound to be found there, beyond the reach of her sight. It had been a terribly romantic notion to the idealistic girl who just wanted more from life than what she had, not material things but love and family. Then she'd been forced on the run, and suddenly being unable to see what lay ahead (and whom she'd come across with) wasn't romantic at all. It was unpredictable, terrifying. Over five hundred years was a staggeringly long time to spend looking over one's shoulder; there was no room for naivety or romanticism when it came to surviving. At least, so she had believed for the longest time.
"Suppose there is that," she finally replies, pushing aside thoughts of the past and making an effort to smile again. "Still, I rather like seeing to the other side."
we'll still have the summer after all;
When Katherine was still human, she'd loved nothing more than gazing into the horizon and wondering about all the fantastic things and opportunities that were bound to be found there, beyond the reach of her sight. It had been a terribly romantic notion to the idealistic girl who just wanted more from life than what she had, not material things but love and family. Then she'd been forced on the run, and suddenly being unable to see what lay ahead (and whom she'd come across with) wasn't romantic at all. It was unpredictable, terrifying. Over five hundred years was a staggeringly long time to spend looking over one's shoulder; there was no room for naivety or romanticism when it came to surviving. At least, so she had believed for the longest time.
"Suppose there is that," she finally replies, pushing aside thoughts of the past and making an effort to smile again. "Still, I rather like seeing to the other side."