[ for the briefest moment, katherine considers telling him. she can imagine doing so, describing to him how she'd seen a little girl run from her in a game of chase, who looked like her and felt as if she was a part of her. katherine had felt as happy and free as the smaller version of her—a pair of feelings she hasn't felt in a long, long time.

but then she remembers who she's talking to, and how much he allegedly despises her. giving him this piece of herself has never been on the table, no matter how tantalising putting it there might have been.

composing herself, she easily slips back her mask, although katherine clearly looks uncomfortable. ] Nothing close to what's already been done to me. [ just far worse.

a little easier, ] You may just see something that haunts you. Perhaps your choice in going back to school over and over might be what it shows you.