She looks startled at first -- people don't say she reminds them of themselves. It's always an abstract reminder, something on optimisim, or good cheer, or maybe someone they know, or knew once upon a time. Not themselves.

Her grin's a little shy. When she nods, it's with a kind of wiggling happiness in her chest and stomach; that Blue understands and says better what she means than she can. "Yeah," she repeats, as if affirmation is needed. "All lyou can do is what feels right."

When faced with hellacious choices, right can be a fine line. But it's still there to draw in the sand, lest inactivity steal all hope away through stagnation.