His words and those black orbs boring into her eyes stung but she resisted the urge to flinch. She changed her mother, she chose. It seemed he knew what to say to wound her though she would not show it, the mantra playing in her mind again. What brightened her mood were the words he spoke before and she tried to cling to those; ‘his best interest’, a vampire different than Guinevere. She only hoped he would keep his word. He hadn’t lied to her yet though she couldn’t be entirely sure of that either.<br/><br/>The rest of what he said was both encouraging and equally depressing. She had no idea how to really feel and she did not like it. Out of control emotions were not what she was used to so she pushed all he said about her mother aside because what he said about her was, shocking. She could offer? She would have laughed were he not serious. Well at least she could visit her mother; that thought appealed to her. They may not have to wipe her memories then she could actually know her mother better…no, she couldn’t do that. What he said sounded good but she wondered if there was something he was hiding.<br/><br/>Feeling small and yet slowly getting stable she let him rant. All of those worries, fears, ideas, and other such things melted the more he spoke. From what he was describing it would be quite the turnout. She could change her mind, probably not but it was a good thought, and choose just her but she won’t. Despite it all she had made a choice and she will have to live with it. Although she would not admit his going on about the elders eased her, even though it was.<br/><br/>Her back straightened and she found herself relaxing. The room was not as cold and even if there was agitation in his voice it was not directed at her therefore; fine. The self from the interview was slowly returning and it was wonderful. More would came that would test her but for now, she was alright. Eyes going to his phone, to him, then to the food rapidly going cold before her. The smell had pulled her back and the memory of the talk that came to this point. Without thinking much about it she started to smile. That smile widened until she let out a small chuckle.<br/><br/>“I know.” She said half unaware she’d said anything out loud. Glancing back to him she actually said. “Sorry to interrupt but…” jaw working momentarily she added “…I know I chose and I realize what that means. You’ve made that perfectly clear. I also do not quite think I would make as good a contribution as one would hope. I have no phone, even a brick, although I am not so bad that I use pigeon.”<br/><br/>Stopping a moment she realized she’d spoken to him, frankly and well, not that eloquently. Ah who was she kidding, eloquent was not her style. Another realization, she had picked up the knife and fork to eat. She really was growing more comfortable or she was hungry despite her nerves. The latter was more believable. To leave the steak would, taunt her. Setting both utensils down she said, “I’m sorry. Normally,” shaking her head a moment she finished “I suppose normality would not really work here. The people I’m used to are loud, drunk, argumentive, unreliable; because they are drunk, and looking for an easy buck. I didn’t have to make life altering decisions or get pulled into politics.” She rested her arms on the table leaning in a little closer. “I also never had to wade through manipulation.”<br/><br/>What was she doing? This was not her yet it was the only thing she could think to do what wasn’t swimming in a lake of confusion, fear, and a small touch of courage. “How long will the trial last and will I have to give my choice> Will they ask it of me or will they ask you?” Would she have any say in anything? He was stranger, faster, a predator and here she was spewing verbal…abuse? She wasn’t entirely sure.