Painfully genuine, now that was a thought that caught her attention. Nowadays people seemed to be so afraid to open up to someone new that it's rare to find someone who is sincere. "Sounds like he was very vulnerable. Maybe there's a safety in being vulnerable within the pages of books and letters. Afterall, isn't it easier to let your true self shine when it's captured with words on a page. Seems less dangerous to me. There are a lot of people out here that can so easily hurt someone for being honest about themselves. Almost like we're all supposed to be the same, act the same way, think the same way, and if you don't, you're just written off." She had to shake her head at the end of her tangent. "My point was just that when you have nothing between you and the page but a pencil, there's no reason to hide who you are."
There's a small nod as she finishes speaking, and lets out a sigh. It was easy for people to write her off because of what she was, and it wasn't easy to accept that. Especially not for a young girl who isn't even sure why the neighborhood kids liked to throw things at her and leave fish in her front yard. Her parents had never been unkind to anyone. They had simply wanted to marry and live a life away from the deep frozen waters.
Raina had been the only obvious sore thumb in the family. With light pink hair that didn't dye no matter how many times they attempted to color it, she was the big neon sign that pointed the blinking neon sign (so to speak) right at their family. That's why she tended to stay inside as she was growing up. It still hadn't been easy for any of them, and she tended to get a lot of slack from her sisters who ran into a few people who knew what they were. How were they supposed to have normal, human lives when the world could tell what they were.
It was another one of the reasons she decided to attend Alden when the time came. Here she would be away from the family that desperately searched for normalcy. And during this time, she kept a leather bound journal under her bed. It was truly simpler for her to be honest within it's secretive pages, instead of telling her parents and sisters the way she honestly feels.
Her head tilted to the side slightly as she considered what he was saying about love. She tended to crave the feeling, having dreamed of falling in love since she was just a young mermaid. She would watch movies about two people finding love in the most unexpected of places, and the power of that love overcoming all odds that the world throws at them. But there was definitely more to love then just happiness. There was pain and longing, anguish and a constant worry that you could lose the one you need so desperately. "As painful as it may be to love, I think the only think harder is being alone. I think a lot of opinion on this depends on how you feel about the old adage; It's greater to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all. I think about it sometimes and for me, I really don't understand it. Is it really better to have felt the sweetness and exquisite aching of losing love, or would you prefer to not know what you are missing out on. Ignorance is bliss after all, isn't it?"
How she was sitting here with Desmond, who she met just moments ago, and discussing such heavy topics as love was beyond her. Most men didn't want to speak about love, yet alone be a gentleman around a woman who wouldn't be clothed at all if it weren't for the coat he'd loaned her. Underneath the leather, she rubbed her hands along her legs, missing the feeling of scales under her fingertips. "You sound like you know a thing or two about the sweet misery of love and loss."