[and though it should be heartwarming, though it should be a comfort that this woman who looks so much like what rose has become is saying these things that make anna whole, she can't stop herself. the bitterness warms on her face to a full and quiet smile, then chills into that same shame on ariane's face as though it's the source and she is but the reflection.]

I didn't run from Rose. But when my family threw me to the other side of that bulletproof pane of glass, I left my sister behind. I ran from her. She loved me in her own way... and she doesn't deserve whatever it is I left her to deal with.

[she would rather the sea return beth to her, but she can't bear that possibility. instead, she studies the horizon and tries not to think to obsession. it's no use.]

Sorry if you got the idea I was a good person.