All Kitty could do was sigh. It wasn't fair of her to expect and eleven-year-old to understand the complications of the legal system. Especially not when Kitty didn't understand a lot of it herself. Still, she gave a small smile at the idea of opening her own studio. "You're not the first person to suggest that to me, you know. I've been thinking about it. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately, but that's not important right now. What is important is that you understand that I care about you, June. I do, and I would do just about anything for you. And I'm not going anywhere without you. That is a promise."
Really, she'd never seriously thought about adoption. It was something she could discuss with Ro or someone more knowledgeable about things like this, though Kitty highly doubted any judge would grant her custody. Not when she lived in a school that was just attacked and people died. She almost died herself, and would have, had it not been for Bobby and Hank. Reaching up, she touched the fading scar across her face without thinking about it. It was becoming a habit of hers, something to do whenever she thought about that night. It was as if she needed proof it really happened.
"I promise not to feel sorry for you, but I can't promise not to feel sad or angry. And if I look at you in a way that makes you uncomfortable, tell me and I'll stop. Don't just run away. Don't ever stop talking to me or feeling like you can tell me things. You can always talk to me and I will always listen."