Anna doesn't hate humans. She doesn't even view them as food or fodder. They're just... people. People she shares the world with. But she's been part of the world for a long, long time and part of existing with them is finding a way to do so around them without them knowing. And without her mother, she'd been desperate and lonely, lost and inconsolable for far too long. In many ways, it would've been much easier if Pearl had perished, for Anna could've found a way to move on.
Knowing that Pearl was alive in the tomb was maddening. She was on the edge of her seat for 145 years, waiting for the day when she could see her mother again to the point that at the first opportunity, she went for it. Ever the perpetual teenager in more ways than she likes to admit, Anna went for it. She put he pedal to the floor and pushed past people without much thought towards who hit the ground while she was running.
She feels bad about it now, but then it had seemed so necessary. Something that needed to be done, a cure to her questions and loneliness, a way to put a part of herself that's been eating away at her being for 145 years to rest.
"Just as it doesn't surprise me that Damon's being... well, Damon."
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Knowing that Pearl was alive in the tomb was maddening. She was on the edge of her seat for 145 years, waiting for the day when she could see her mother again to the point that at the first opportunity, she went for it. Ever the perpetual teenager in more ways than she likes to admit, Anna went for it. She put he pedal to the floor and pushed past people without much thought towards who hit the ground while she was running.
She feels bad about it now, but then it had seemed so necessary. Something that needed to be done, a cure to her questions and loneliness, a way to put a part of herself that's been eating away at her being for 145 years to rest.
"Just as it doesn't surprise me that Damon's being... well, Damon."