( It couldn't, but at least Lup might recognise this particular child from a dream that seems all too long ago. And, if she doesn't, the brown braid piled into a bun is almost exactly the same as it is on Kate's adult self, except in her natural hair colour.
You know what's also familiar? The look on Kate's face as Lup tells her to go, less sad and confused and more defiant and irritated. Why is she stuck here and why can't she find Marc? )
Y'think? ( If a voice could manage to exemplify the irritated smack of someone chewing gum, Kate's somehow does it. ) Weren't askin' you to be my mum.
( She had a mum. A perfectly great one. Who-
... Well. She's not there anymore, but somehow the circumstances escape Kate when she tries to grab for them. )
ii.
You know what's also familiar? The look on Kate's face as Lup tells her to go, less sad and confused and more defiant and irritated. Why is she stuck here and why can't she find Marc? )
Y'think? ( If a voice could manage to exemplify the irritated smack of someone chewing gum, Kate's somehow does it. ) Weren't askin' you to be my mum.
( She had a mum. A perfectly great one. Who-
... Well. She's not there anymore, but somehow the circumstances escape Kate when she tries to grab for them. )