A slight smirk crept onto Persephone's lips. Quite a forward one, wasn't he? Normally, she'd take offense, but considering Dr. Witaker's encouragement of her dream, she let it slide this time. "There really is no choice in my mind," she admitted, "it would nearly kill me to lose contact with Harriet. She is truly the light of my life, despite our differences." Persephone smiled fondly as she spoke of her little sister. It was clear just how much she cared about Harriet. "My qualms come from the constrictions of marriage, you see. Marriage is often a financial proposition in the world I know, and it is expected that the women in my family forsake their independence and most of their free will for the benefit of their husbands. Any potential husband I have met would never allow me to continue to pursue my dream, which is also a crushing possibility. I feel trapped, to be perfectly honest." Persephone sighed. "I am nothing of a hopeless romantic, but I always believed when I married- for there was never an if, it is simply unavoidable for me -that it would be to someone I at least liked, if not loved."