Despite all the publicity and fame that came from being at her side, it wasn't the life I wanted for myself. I helped Liberty because it was right not because it was what I had always dreamed of. I wanted a flower shop not to be behind a computer screen scanning frequencies for information or stitching yet another bullet hole. Trading comms and capes for bouquets and vases sounded like my perfect life. Someday I would walk away. Open the best flower shop in Starwood and flood the city with color. But for now, computers and comms were calling me.
Dreams are for losers. Waiting around for something that might never happen. She'd rather get on and live the best life she can ... in the moment.
Of course, she didn't always think that way, but that's what happens when dreams are snatched away!