there is something refreshing to learn romanian mythology and notice that all creatures whom humans are scared of (a big majority of them) are only mean to us because we hurt them in the first place.
when i say my love language is physical touch, don't ask "but you hate people touching you", that's exactly why it is my love language. it is reserved for people i truly love and feel comfortable with.
Catherine was taken aback by her words. She had never considered Ryan to be like the wizard at all. Especially not like a con-artist. But maybe the woman was right? To him, someone like this stranger, the children and even Eliza were nothing but parasites. They were unworthy of his time and effort. But for Catherine it still felt wrong to hear it personally and not just as rumours from the upper class to deepen the trench between the rich and the poor even more. And after seeing Fontaine's "part" of city, it almost felt like a threat to her.
The woman suddenly said goodbye, bringing back her attention. But Catherine couldn't let her leave. She was the only person who could show her the way back to the station. So she hurried to follow her.
"Wait, I think I know you!," she exclaimed, after thinking about it for a minute. She did seem familiar. "You work at that lovely cafe, right? We have the same way, then, let's go together!" The woman didn't seem too happy about it, but Catherine didn't mind it. For someone like her, it surely wasn't unusual to share a bathysphere with others, so she couldn't deny it to Catherine, even if she wanted to.
She entered the empty bathysphere as soon as they reached it and sat down. "Have a seat," she said, pointing at the cushions across from her, putting on her friendliest smile. "I'm Catherine."
The womanβs reaction made it clear that she didnβt agree with Ana. It wasnβt a secret how people from her social class felt about the cityβs founder. He had needed them to build this utopia, but now they were demonised by him. He openly called them βParasitesβ and treated them like nothing more than an eyesore, like something to get rid of. And therefore, he did nothing to help them and to improve their situation. Instead, he preferred to divide the population even more and to punish those who were already unfortunate enough.
Shortly after she had turned around, she heard hasty steps behind her. The woman followed her. And not just thatβ¦ o, doamne. Ana had hoped to get rid of her, but supposedly being acquainted with this woman already was definitely not on her list. Reluctantly, she allowed her to follow her, although it made Ana feel uncomfortable. It became more and more obvious that she wasnβt from this part of the city. Not even close.Β
Although Ana had led the way to the metro station, it was the stranger who entered the bathysphere first. βLadyβs first, I guess?β Ana rolled her eyes, entered the vehicle and closed the door behind her.Β
βMore like annoyingβ, she muttered, barely audible, as Catherine introduced herself. But unlike her, Ana didnβt reciprocate this courtesy. She didnβt feel the need to share her name, especially not with someone like Catherine. How did she even get here on her own?, she thought to herself, as she chose their destination and pulled the lever before she sat down as far away as possible in the small capsule and stared out of the window. The bathysphere was definitely not the vehicle of her choice, and it made her realise how much she missed her beloved horse every time she set foot in this damned thing, but so far, it was the only available vehicle in Rapture. It surely has its perks - first and foremost, the view - but Ana has never truly felt safe in it.Β
The unfinished book lay on her lap as she watched jellyfish swim by, their translucent bodies illuminated by the bright spotlights of the skyscrapers. It was a beautiful, almost magical sight, one she would never see on the surface, and that was unique for Rapture. But her short-lived fascination with the ocean came to an end as they reached their destination. It was again Anaβs turn to open the door - and to close it after her companion.Β
βI have to go this wayβ, she said, already heading to the left, although it meant she would have to make a small detour to reach the cafe. It was a route no one ever really took, and Ana had high hopes of getting rid of Catherine by this. βIβm sure youβll find your way to wherever you came from alone?β
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