[ This is still new to Kate, and while it's frustrating and confusing, it's a break from all the physical therapy that goes into being 'awake.' And flexing her mind's muscles seem important as anything — if not more.
She tries not to focus on the wind hitting her face, cutting through her long hair (that will be gone when the program ends), and the endless horizon of buildings and pavement below. None of it is real. She practically trampolined right off it during her first attempt. No one ever makes the first jump at least, so she's told.
Her stubbornness and strength has gotten her this far — or it did back home. ('Home' she has to remind herself.) Because when she believes in something, she believes in it with all her heart and soul. Maybe that has to be the case here, even though the evidence before her is telling her different. But when has that ever stopped her from having faith?
Still, she looks over at her current training partner with an expression of exhaustive disbelief when she's asked to do it again. ]
Are you kidding? I mean, you saw, I literally fell on my face. How am I supposed to clear that jump?
reality (5);
[ The hardest parts of her recovery have passed; she can actually walk on her own and it's been at least a week since she hasn't cried herself to sleep at the thought of her family — or what was her family. That's not to say she doesn't still think about Scott, who was still out there somewhere and he wasn't a ... culebra. Those things don't even technically exist. So there are some bright sides to this dark situation. Kate wanted the truth and she got more than she bargained for. But did God still exist? Was God now these machines who harvest humans, construct their whole lives? Or was He still out there somewhere? And had it always been their path to save each other and she was just seeing it now?
Her hope remains and it's the thought of finding and unplugging Scott one day that keeps her going. Maybe even Richie and Seth, if they aren't already, who knows. They all deserved to know the truth. Though she can't say anyone else will accept it the way she did. Eventually.
But it is nice not to think about that for a short time. Being in Zion, surrounded by crowds and music, reminds her she isn't alone and it's all of these people who are fighting too. Not to mention the fact that all roads seem to lead to a club of some kind. She only hopes this is exactly what it appears to be, a celebration and not something else — not a trap (old memories die hard).
Navigating through the packed bodies, Kate inevitably starts bumping shoulders with those as she tries to get by. ]
kate fuller | from dusk till dawn: the series
[ This is still new to Kate, and while it's frustrating and confusing, it's a break from all the physical therapy that goes into being 'awake.' And flexing her mind's muscles seem important as anything — if not more.
She tries not to focus on the wind hitting her face, cutting through her long hair (that will be gone when the program ends), and the endless horizon of buildings and pavement below. None of it is real. She practically trampolined right off it during her first attempt. No one ever makes the first jump at least, so she's told.
Her stubbornness and strength has gotten her this far — or it did back home. ('Home' she has to remind herself.) Because when she believes in something, she believes in it with all her heart and soul. Maybe that has to be the case here, even though the evidence before her is telling her different. But when has that ever stopped her from having faith?
Still, she looks over at her current training partner with an expression of exhaustive disbelief when she's asked to do it again. ]
Are you kidding? I mean, you saw, I literally fell on my face. How am I supposed to clear that jump?
reality (5);
[ The hardest parts of her recovery have passed; she can actually walk on her own and it's been at least a week since she hasn't cried herself to sleep at the thought of her family — or what was her family. That's not to say she doesn't still think about Scott, who was still out there somewhere and he wasn't a ... culebra. Those things don't even technically exist. So there are some bright sides to this dark situation. Kate wanted the truth and she got more than she bargained for. But did God still exist? Was God now these machines who harvest humans, construct their whole lives? Or was He still out there somewhere? And had it always been their path to save each other and she was just seeing it now?
Her hope remains and it's the thought of finding and unplugging Scott one day that keeps her going. Maybe even Richie and Seth, if they aren't already, who knows. They all deserved to know the truth. Though she can't say anyone else will accept it the way she did. Eventually.
But it is nice not to think about that for a short time. Being in Zion, surrounded by crowds and music, reminds her she isn't alone and it's all of these people who are fighting too. Not to mention the fact that all roads seem to lead to a club of some kind. She only hopes this is exactly what it appears to be, a celebration and not something else — not a trap (old memories die hard).
Navigating through the packed bodies, Kate inevitably starts bumping shoulders with those as she tries to get by. ]
Excuse me.