Both she and I have long experience of suffering and what it does to a person. Especially me. I waited a thousand years and hope turned to bitterness and hate.

[ It tasted like ashes in her mouth, when she had finally stopped hoping for that prince on a white horse. ]

I'm glad for her. I'm glad she's happy here. I'm glad she gets to be simply a girl.

[ She closes her eyes. Break is being as subtle as a gunshot and she knows what he's trying to tell her. Even if he's invariably set against her because of his fondness for Ange, there's something welcome in the way he tries to help her. Tells her that this place is a second chance. ]

If I can be simply Beatrice here, it will be something new at the very least. I think I'll try it, maybe.

[ But she'll always be a Witch, and that is the truth as far as she's concerned. ]