[ She smiles crookedly, blushing a bit at the minor dress-down but taking it in stride. he didn't seem like he was trying to be insulting, just venting. Venting was okay. ]

I don't know who you're talking about, and I can't speak for them, but I can say for myself that its not freedom you're witnessing - its a desperate fight to be free.

Usually the people with the loudest voices are some of the most fragile. Now...I'm not admittin' to anything, but I still cry. *small shrug* I still get hurt and I still feel trapped all the time. It tends to go that the people who seem the most free are like that because they just won't acknowledge how bound they really are.

Whenever I go home...I'm gonna turn eighteen. I'm gonna be a guardian and I'm gonna have to start picking sides and drawing lines I don't wanna draw. I'm not free...I'm just keeping my face turned towards the sun...so it kind of blinds me to everything else.