Persephone wipes at her face again, brushing away what might be the beginnings of tears. Frustration does that to you.

"I hate it. Yeah, I'm not being held to all the impossible standards of home, I'm free of the people I never want to be around, but I'm still just as trapped." She gestures to the rose bush, "And the only way to get away from anyone is to wall myself off. Can't even use the quiet cars, they're full of people."