Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[Oh, she liked dichotomy. She would be very pleased to know he considered her one. It was one of the best compliments, and Cat strove for being fickle and flippant and difficult to figure out. She would've argued that she was less dichotomy now than older, but perhaps she would be wrong about that. After all, hindsight was 20/20, and she currently didn't have a rearview to look into to see her current behavior.] Helena? No. Well, anger and self-loathing, or don't those count as rebellion? Secrets? She keeps us all out, won't let us in, keeps us begging at the theoretical door.
[Curiously.] Why was she hysterical? Was it medical? Or was it theatrical? [Cat had seen plenty of both, and she'd seen combinations, but she imagined Jack's mother as one of those wealthy insane women, and they were a very specific type in Cat's mind.] Your father always sounds like a peach. But, and this is me assuming based on what I know of your brother, he doesn't seem like he'd blame you for your father's actions. [Ah, Bob.] Ah, no more of Bob's secrets. Those belong to Bob.
[She listened to his version of her dream man, and she chuckled.] Passion is nice. Listening is nicer. And the rooftops? Are entirely optional. You know, someone doesn't have to wear a black cape to be dynamic. [It was a lesson learned in the last decade of her life - less, perhaps - but it was a true one, and she'd fallen in love with a symbol as a child. Well, she couldn't hold that against herself. Her entire hometown had fallen in love with that symbol. Cat? She'd just stolen him for herself. And sometimes stolen things? Didn't quite work out how you planned them to.]
You were an exquisite asshole, yes. [To old her.] Feel like talking about that? I'm more than willing to listen. It's a better topic than reversals and starting points, at least in this kitten's opinion.