[b]Mirror[/b]

Isabelle dances, letting you continue to lead, as she thinks about what she's going to say next. It's not easy, there's so much there, so many thoughts so many feelings. 

Have you ever had so much to say that you feel pulled in six directions at once? Where the simple decision of what to say first feels confining? An array of paths you could take but if only one could take them all - give them all equal importance, equal rights to be the first thing heard and discussed.

It's not made any easier by the rush of impulses that clamour against her mind. The impulse to argue back. The impulse to take back the lead in the dance. The impulse to frown. To posture. To do something back at this strange alien who is spouting ideas at her that feel like they miss who she is while at the same time skewering her through her very core.

What to do, what to say first? How to respond?

She looks around for inspiration, noticing the others watching. 

"Your family." she states as much as asks, glancing at the odd delegation around them. "I can see why you'd fight to protect them. You're lucky to have them."

"Family's an odd concept, isn't it? It's not something this tournament can grant. Sometimes ... it's not even what you're born with." she admits, and in those words there is pain for years. Guilt on display. Is this the effect of the Nectar? Or simply cracks opening in walls that have been beaten on again and again in the course of a single night. 

"And it's important. Once you've got it, you'll do anything to keep it safe. From thinking on how to kill someone you don't know in case they turn out to be a threat ..." she says, and she dips her head in order to make it clear she is simply acknowledging what you'd said before - without judgement or offence.

"... Or, if you're scared enough, to shoot a girl through the heart just to avoid the risk."

"When I fought Ada Smith, you'd have seen the match - She spoke of her family too. It was a surprise - If she's here tonight I might try to ask her more about them. I feel like it'd help me understand her more."

Isabelle continues, her arms flowing as she follows you through the steps you lay before her. Does she meet your expectations here? And the name you have bestowed? Or is there something more - an extra decimal point that the Thirteen just doesn't quite cover?

"So, a long way to say that I am listening. Tell me your wish, Whispered Promise. Tell me what you'd like me to learn. Tonight seems to be a night for lessons and evolution. And it might be that by the end of this dance I'll be able to tell you my wish too."