She looks up at him, surprised. Then she gives his hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s...complicated,” she says slowly. “Part of me kind of does want to just be normal. Go to school, have the whole college experience, y’know? But part of me...doesn’t.” She shrugs. “I like being at the institute, and I love everyone there. I like knowing that I have people I can always turn to, and I want to be there for them too. I want to be able to be close by, to help out whenever I can.”

She glances down at their hands. “Is it selfish...to want it all?”