"I'm sorry," Katherine said, not finishing the explanation. Slowly, the woman inhaled, letting her own hands drop to her lap, watching him. "This isn't-"
She leaned back into the couch, her knees folding up underneath her as she curled herself into the opposite corner. Her feet never touched the couch, too used to nagging about its surface. It didn't matter.
"I'm a joker, not an ace. I thought--I've always thought--that if I was able to achieve great things, someday, I'd be able to show that to the rest of the world." Her eyes sought his out, looking for some measure of understanding. "But I could never be soft. Everyone who ever was was accused of being a wild card themselves at one point or another. I never could have taken that test and proven that I wasn't. They would have ruined me before I ever saw a full term in any office."