[ her mind slips back to addison, to what she'd told him about giving five lifetimes to her work and watching everyone she ever loved die for it. she doesn't have that issue here. at least, here in this prison, if she loses jean-luc, it won't be to her work. it won't even be to his work. it'll be to age... or to one of them being sent away. she sighs and folds her arms protectively over her chest as she turns all of this over in her head. ]
I suppose so. I have to spend a little more time thinking through all of this. But you've certainly given me a start.
[ perhaps it's a good thing she's here. this prison has ironically given her more freedom to do things she otherwise would dismiss as useless and adolescent, too frightening to consider. now she has the chance; she just has to decide if she's going to take that leap of faith. ]