"Yeah, right. 'Cuz life on this boat counts as living." Protesting too much? Maybe. It doesn't really feel like she's learning how to live, is the thing. Every bit of progress she makes feels like dragging herself through thorns. It catches and tears and stings and she wants to know when it will stop feeling like that, because right now it takes everything not to give up because she's making progress.

Daisy is terrified, because that's what it means to be an Avatar like her. You fashion your own fear into a knife used to slit others throats and you, in turn, fear that knife being turned back upon you.

Good things can be taken away. Hope means you can be broken.

God, she's a mess.