Standing, Kat moved out of the shadowed side of the depraved looking room.
"Been having fun, Anaria?" He spoke softly.
"Well, I was," Anaria walks forward, standing in front of Kat. Her arms crossed, accompanying her exhausted expression.
No sound is made for several moments, the two were only looking at each other until Kat broke the silence with the shuffling of his feet and clapping his hands together, readying himself to speak.
"A flower, seriously?" He knows that probably wasn't the best way to start their heart-to-heart interrogation.
"Yes, seriously!" She continued. "I wasn't about to let it gather dust being used as decoration. It isn't just some shiny bobble, don't you see how important this is?"
"I can see it's pretty, but-"
"It's not about how it looks, it's about what it represents," Anaria took a breath, "it's called a peony and it's one of the last preserved flowers that were grown in Old Orion. And they don't care!"
Kat signed, he can relate to her frustration over their lax city.
"They cared enough to report it stolen," he pointed out. "Just let this one go."
Both of them knew who "they" are. The secluded governments, the ignorant citizens that don't give a second thought to the outside world, and, more personally, Anaria's parents.
He had met them a few times when taking Anaria back to her house after one of her "liberation" attempts. Her parents are pleasant people, if not a bit too clueless about their daughter's whereabouts. They're convinced she's in a rebellious phase. Kat knew better though, he's tracked her affairs enough to know Anaria and why she does what she does. Her crimes were harmless and no one paid attention to missing Dust books enough to track them down. Kat lets her slide on most things, but a filed in report had to be dealt with. Even when it's her.
After a moment, Anaria deflated her rage and looked down to the crystal she was pulling out of her bag. She sighed, saying, "it's just- there's only so much left of how Earth used to be. I want to see all I can and I can't do that trapped inside this dome."
They've had this conversation before. And Kat still doesn't know how to respond in a way she'd understand.
Anaria looked up to stare him in the face, "you feel it too, don't you? The need to be apart of something bigger, to go somewhere bigger rather than waste life here."
It's true, Kat felt the need to be more important than what he is now, to make an impact instead of standing idly by in the Delta Blues, the lowest rank of enforcers.
"For you, one day. But for me, I've grown out of the age where I can choose a new route. You still have time." Kat wanted her to understand, to become a more orderly young woman. But he's beyond the point where he still believes he can do that himself.
Anaria held her hand out with the crystal, looking away from Kat as he took it from her. He nodded at her and said goodbye, get home safe, and stop causing trouble.
"Do you think there's a chance I could leave, to live my way?" Anaria asked as he was exiting the room.
Without turning back, the enforcer responded, "I don't know," and left.