Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
[Everything was a compliment. Keep up, and her mind wouldn't allow the alternative. The alternative led straight down to despair and depression, and Cat wasn't interested in either of those feelings. As a result, his question about before Russia was waved off, because she wasn't interested in relieving the old woman's grief. No, as far as Cat was concerned, all those things happened to someone else, and she was sticking to that. It didn't matter, not in the here and in the now.] I didn't realize medical madness was quiet, but I come from a town where men dress up as clowns and laugh maniacally while strapping bombs to little boys. In other words - what do I know? Did they lock her up somewhere rich and posh, or was she mad at home?
[She considered blaming siblings, and it wasn't something she had a lot of experience with.] You should ask Sasha about blaming siblings for something they're not responsible for. She has experience in spades. Ask Bob too. The more the merrier. But, me, I don't see why you would blame someone who suffered through the same things as you did. Isn't that what kindred spirits are all about? Shared anguish?
[She chuckled, and she reached down to retrieve one of the newspapers at her feet. She leafed.] I say all the things I need to say. It's not my fault most people don't listen. The world is filled with people who are too busy planning what to say next, or planning how to misconstrue things said and turning them into barbs where there weren't any barbs at all. [Ah, then she met his gaze in the mirror.] Talking about why, I suppose. It'll fill the silence as well as anything else.