Trinket stared at the woman for a long time without speaking, without blinking. She considered the woman's words. She found that she didn't have an answer to the woman's question. Curious.
"I don't know why I'm worried about it," she said, though there was no hint of concern or emotion in her voice. "But I want to make things more interesting. Make things different than they are. Why isn't that my responsibility?"
She had never considered "responsibility" before. She knew the word, like she knew all words. But it seemed to be an irrelevant concept. People could choose to do things, or not to do them. She chose to do things to see what people would choose to do in response. She wasn't sure if that counted as responsibility or not.
"I don't know how to make things different for you than they are now."
"I don't know why I'm worried about it," she said, though there was no hint of concern or emotion in her voice. "But I want to make things more interesting. Make things different than they are. Why isn't that my responsibility?"
She had never considered "responsibility" before. She knew the word, like she knew all words. But it seemed to be an irrelevant concept. People could choose to do things, or not to do them. She chose to do things to see what people would choose to do in response. She wasn't sure if that counted as responsibility or not.
"I don't know how to make things different for you than they are now."
