Anna listened to Samantha's words, knowing she was right that the world would never be that
poetic. Anna felt like she fooled herself. Blaming herself for what had happened to Jake. Because
of what she dreamed about and wishing, wanting and 'knowing?' of it all to come true. Yet life
was much more different. Anna had to face the facts.
Anna followed Samantha's every move with her eyes as she remained seated.
It's funny isn't it? How your dreams can suddenly be swept away as if they were never
there. As if they were just mean to fool yourself. And now, now I'm hear, on my own.
She paused for a moment, as she stared at the table in front of her.
It almost sounds like you're now convicting me to become a slave of the Outcasts. Say
that I would accept this 'proposition' of yours. How will that change the view of your men
towards me. How will it keep them from acting like vigilantes and make their own
judgement about me?
Anna had seen the looks she was given, the only reason that she is alive now is Samantha, but
she didn't know if she should feel grateful about it. 'Living with the Outcasts, it sounds so unreal',
she thought.
