[Katherine Regnard has a million reasons not to be out in public. Not even nursing a coffee in a little hole-in-the-wall diner at this ridiculous hour, when most of the other patrons present probably shouldn't be out in public, either. She's easy to identify, is the thing. The Regnards were never quiet about their assorted political ambitions back in the day, and the family has been terribly visible in the background of things for generations — which made their fall all the more spectacular when the wayward youngest daughter of the current brood went and ran off with a crime boss the better part of a year ago.
She had good intentions. Really, she did. Her problem was that she believed him when Albus said he did, too, filling her head with notions of a sort of Robin Hood existence, outlaws fighting against the corruption her own family had their fingerprints all over.
Not so much.
Albus has now been rather explosively murdered, which solves one problem. A hydra of others has risen in his place, many of which have been in the newspapers recently, or will be soon. And Kitty, who contains within herself all the potential to rise from this as a cunning femme fatale moving effortlessly through an underworld of strings ripe for the pulling, is mostly just sitting here thinking about how stupid she is. How awful, how wretched a person. It'd be one thing if she'd just been naive, arrogant enough to get caught up in things much too big for her to handle, that sort of business. A silly girl who never once thought the older man saying such wonderful things to draw her to his side may be lying. And she had been all of that, certainly. But the truth is that she'd been lying to herself about her motivations the whole time, too, hadn't she? Was any of it really about changing the world for the better, or deep down, had she really just been searching for any way to get away from her family...?
She stares blindly down into her untouched black coffee, the disheveled white hair that proclaims her name nearly glowing in the dark corner she lurks in. She doesn't bother to look up at anyone who walks by. Truthfully, if she were to be arrested or assassinated or the like now, it would save her the trouble of trying to figure out which shattered piece to pick up first.]
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Date: 2025-02-11 03:01 am (UTC)She had good intentions. Really, she did. Her problem was that she believed him when Albus said he did, too, filling her head with notions of a sort of Robin Hood existence, outlaws fighting against the corruption her own family had their fingerprints all over.
Not so much.
Albus has now been rather explosively murdered, which solves one problem. A hydra of others has risen in his place, many of which have been in the newspapers recently, or will be soon. And Kitty, who contains within herself all the potential to rise from this as a cunning femme fatale moving effortlessly through an underworld of strings ripe for the pulling, is mostly just sitting here thinking about how stupid she is. How awful, how wretched a person. It'd be one thing if she'd just been naive, arrogant enough to get caught up in things much too big for her to handle, that sort of business. A silly girl who never once thought the older man saying such wonderful things to draw her to his side may be lying. And she had been all of that, certainly. But the truth is that she'd been lying to herself about her motivations the whole time, too, hadn't she? Was any of it really about changing the world for the better, or deep down, had she really just been searching for any way to get away from her family...?
She stares blindly down into her untouched black coffee, the disheveled white hair that proclaims her name nearly glowing in the dark corner she lurks in. She doesn't bother to look up at anyone who walks by. Truthfully, if she were to be arrested or assassinated or the like now, it would save her the trouble of trying to figure out which shattered piece to pick up first.]