It is for me. [Her expression is still bright, but dimmer for a moment...then her smile fades to almost nothing, a softness in her features the only remnant of it that remains.] It has to be.

...the last time I started..."boot camp"...it began when my father had me abducted, bound in an abandoned house, and left there to escape on my own.

[She frowns now, the smile totally gone.]

I'm not making light of it...I know it's necessary, I know it's serious, you won't have a more dedicated student. I just...I need to play a little bit outside of school, or I can't...do it again. Does that make sense?