Creating her own destiny... that was what she tried to do back home, wasn't it? If she didn't want to live her life as the damsel in distress, doomed to wait for a savior who could drag her out of her despair, then she had to take the opposite role. However, her princely aspirations were not for her own sake. She turned her gaaze toward his bookcase when he did, less out of interest and more out of reflex, and looked to see what was there. It was only a momentary distraction, though, and she was quick with her next question.
"What about other people?"
There was a brief glance between Chilton's books and Chilton himself, and continued, "I don't mean 'can other people do this'. I mean more like... what if there's someone who's hurt? Someone who thinks that it's always going to hurt. Someone who..."
She looked down and her voice softened.
"Someone who thinks that their pain is all they have. Some people would call that destiny too, wouldn't they?"
After all, that's what the prince had told her about Himemiya. Utena was confident that this would not be her fate. She wouldn't allow it. However, it wouldn't hurt to have a chance to declare it out loud, either.
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"What about other people?"
There was a brief glance between Chilton's books and Chilton himself, and continued, "I don't mean 'can other people do this'. I mean more like... what if there's someone who's hurt? Someone who thinks that it's always going to hurt. Someone who..."
She looked down and her voice softened.
"Someone who thinks that their pain is all they have. Some people would call that destiny too, wouldn't they?"
After all, that's what the prince had told her about Himemiya. Utena was confident that this would not be her fate. She wouldn't allow it. However, it wouldn't hurt to have a chance to declare it out loud, either.