[It's not her powers, or the full extent of them, that's the smallest of her fears; it's what she could become once she accepts there's only one place to go. That is one of the hardest things to admit.]

There's been too much to talk about ourselves.

[The impulse to leave him strikes quick again. She anchors herself, though, by willing the impulse dead. The idea of him being ever-present is... well, it's what she wants. The act is not so easy to follow on her part. Why she's so ready to run, she doesn't know.

She clears her throat before taking a quick breath. Beneath the hurt and the fear, she manages to pull a smirk through.]

Well, if you're looking for a story, I can tell you that I probably got into as much trouble in France as you did.