"They are a very inefficient pair, aren't they? It's a wonder they were able to keep any of us under." Her fingers tightened slightly to think that creatures like these were able to keep her sedated. Of course, there was more to her confinement than simple sedation, but she wasn't going to admit to that. She didn't need him to know everything. "It's almost undignified. It's certainly insulting."
Baba looked up at him, smiling again. "I apologize. I thankfully do not have to be one of those who must be bound in quiet reserve. I suppose I'd be capable of such, but it's rather confining. I believe passion partnered with will and intelligence is much more useful than logic. I know it is passion and will, with a hint of luck and intelligence, that often overthrows a dictator or tyrant." It was what could upset the City; she wondered how far the City would go to keep its children from revolting. To keep them in check.
"So, you become a monster?" Her eyes narrowed slightly, but again her tone and whole demeanor lacked anything akin to disgust or accusation. "You couple this image with success and outstanding achievements." She nodded slightly. "I can see this. I am glad that you wish to become more than what you are now. It would have been greatly disappointing to hear that you felt yourself finished with growth."
She watched as there were those who played in the rain, enjoying it. Others simply existed in it. Then there were those who ran from it. Baba thankfully would not melt in the rain. She was not that sort of evil doer. Her fingers rubbed absently at his arm.
"I wish to know this other you, but I feel I'd rather see you blossom into something that is solely your own. You here are yours, no one else's." She may have sounded as if she meant the person who wrote whatever story he had appeared in, but she meant something much more. Fables were part of people, the story belonged to them as much as the Fables' existences belonged themselves. She was partly his now in a way, as he knew her, and interestingly, his knowledge of her linked her to him as well as increased her power just a little bit. She was known. She was not some dead, forgotten Fable. As long as the red eyed boy lived, she'd be much much harder to kill.