[ How romantic of him to say that. A shame that she doesn't really believe that because from her view, they both need it. Neither had an easy life and at one point, only had to go upwards. Presa sighs and leans back in her chair. ]

I suppose. [ She won't fight against him at that, it would most likely be useless.

A question that she isn't sure on how to answer. Presa never really had a chance to think of what future she wanted. It used to be just to live by any means possible; lying, sex, killing. Now she had the chance to live life just how she wanted to be able to do so. But how? ]

I'm not sure. To be honest, I'm unsure of how I am supposed to move through life because most of my skills won't be useless or needed here.