"Citra. Can I ask you something?"
Zoé caught fully up and spoke to me again on the thirty-third floor landing. She looked very serious, so I was expecting the kind of questions that kids often have.
Those ones that are easy to answer quickly, if we just use what we've convinced ourselves to believe without any thought. But harder to answer if we actually search for something wise to reply with.
"Is it… is it really that bad? I mean being the person people look to. You're good at it. From what I saw down there."
"Sometimes being capable of something and wanting to be the key person responsible for it are different matters entirely. I think this world has a phrase that sounds something like… if you want thing done well, you do it yourself."
"I'm not following. Doesn't that mean you should do it?"
