Re: Wayne Manor: destiny/steph.
[She makes an uh-uh sound as he starts speaking without addressing what's just happened, and a finger shoots up to interrupt him. Because she totally wants answers -- is that her triggering something, or is that just a normal occurrence that just managed to happen here and now, in the middle of this conversation. An important one. But then again, she likes to use excuses to avoid the real issues at hand, and veering the conversation away from something to make her think is something she wants to do. So, she begins to ask about that entire scene instead, words fighting to climb over his philosophizing, but then something he says catches her in the middle of a prodding sentence.
It's not that she hasn't been aware of the things he's saying. It's just that her mind has been going through mental gymnastics -- to be what? Lazy? Not responsible for her own actions? To be able to guide her family's decisions without guilty? She blinks a couple of times at him, and she distinctly recalls the number of times she spoke to his sister (and her ex-husband) on that very subject. About feeling out of control, about how much the idea of them terrified her. About the interference, and the feelings of anger towards her. And sure, it stings to know that a lot of that may have been for moot anyway, that maybe she was fighting an inevitable and vaguely had her wondering if there was meddling. But, that thought still remains.
She slides off her chair to pace away from him, just a couple of steps towards the marble counters on the other side of the kitchen island.]
It feels like shit. It makes me feel useless. Pointless. [Her voice is quiet again, dipping down from that forced tone to try to get him to hear her.] I get it. I get what you're saying. [Does she completely? Maybe not. She gets enough to understand that the idea of all those choices and moments in her life just being a decisions made by him or anyone but herself and those around her? Lurches her stomach just a touch.] I always had a problem with God and that all-knowing shit. [It's a tease, pokepoke, and she turns away from the sink to face him again. After a moment though, she scrutinizes him, arms crossing over her chest again.]
But isn't part of being in my family making sure that we're all together? [And maybe she knows the answer, the resounding fuck them from Eddie ringing in her brain, but this family has always been it for her. Even when the burn her, even when they make her feel like shit. She always comes back to them and to that (probably misguided) "responsibility" to keep them all afloat.]