Hope was hard. Not because the situation was bad. If anything, the metro was worse. There there are kind people: people that look out for each other, people that look out for her. Even this complete stranger is providing her care, and they had only met mere minutes ago.

As though echoing The Doctor's gesture, she places her hands next to the square. What was hardest was she had achieved her dream. She made it to her new home. She found a new family. And one strange morning everything she had fought for was taken away from her. To risk death for her dream, over and over and over. To have died. To have had her happy ending.

Sad memories are better than no memories, but they can also make the real losses hurt that much more.

"You will try. I believe you." But. She turned to face The Doctor, eyes serious and stance resolute. "But you will not succeed. I have seen gods among people aboard this train, many who had more desire to leave than I do."

She was weary of hoping; of dreaming for something that had been taken away from her. She needed to work on what could be done now. To help the ones who helped her. To make sure that they will be able to return back to the train safely. Not for something as grandiose as a mission, but to keep moving forward. There was nothing more that she could do.