"Mm, maybe this is good timing, then, and can serve you as inspiration."
They had won, after all. Losing Eddie and Stan stings in a way that she knows she won't get over easily, not now when she fully remembers what they had meant to her and the rest of the Losers. Not after everything they sacrificed. But, they had managed to win. Thanks to them and what they had done, they had managed to survive. There's guilt behind that sense of victory, of course, but she also knows that throwing this chance of a life would be a disservice to them.
The suggestion to go to Hollywood makes her pause, but it's more surprise than anything else. "I... Yeah, that's not a bad idea. I may stay somewhere nearby, though, not exactly Hollywood." She pauses for a moment, but it's brief. As if trying to figure out if she wants to share this but, after everything they've lived through together? It feels stupid to have any more secrets between them.
"I have a feeling things are going to get a little dicey for a bit when I get back to the real world," she confesses with a sigh. "I left Tom the night I came here. Considering our brand, and all, I doubt a lot of it will stay private."
She can already see the headlines, all the lies that Tom will start spewing to paint her in the worst light. He has threatened her with it whenever she would claim she was leaving, that she was done with him, that she wouldn't put up with his bullshit anymore. But, before, it never worked. She would stay; out of fear, out of love. Or, well, what she had figured was love. Now, after experiencing true fear, Tom seems insignificant and that resolve that she had left Chicago with has only become stronger, but it doesn't mean she's thrilled about what she knows is probably coming next.
"There's a bunch of little beach towns around there, right? Maybe I'll just go there until everything blows over."
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They had won, after all. Losing Eddie and Stan stings in a way that she knows she won't get over easily, not now when she fully remembers what they had meant to her and the rest of the Losers. Not after everything they sacrificed. But, they had managed to win. Thanks to them and what they had done, they had managed to survive. There's guilt behind that sense of victory, of course, but she also knows that throwing this chance of a life would be a disservice to them.
The suggestion to go to Hollywood makes her pause, but it's more surprise than anything else. "I... Yeah, that's not a bad idea. I may stay somewhere nearby, though, not exactly Hollywood." She pauses for a moment, but it's brief. As if trying to figure out if she wants to share this but, after everything they've lived through together? It feels stupid to have any more secrets between them.
"I have a feeling things are going to get a little dicey for a bit when I get back to the real world," she confesses with a sigh. "I left Tom the night I came here. Considering our brand, and all, I doubt a lot of it will stay private."
She can already see the headlines, all the lies that Tom will start spewing to paint her in the worst light. He has threatened her with it whenever she would claim she was leaving, that she was done with him, that she wouldn't put up with his bullshit anymore. But, before, it never worked. She would stay; out of fear, out of love. Or, well, what she had figured was love. Now, after experiencing true fear, Tom seems insignificant and that resolve that she had left Chicago with has only become stronger, but it doesn't mean she's thrilled about what she knows is probably coming next.
"There's a bunch of little beach towns around there, right? Maybe I'll just go there until everything blows over."