~ Dance 1: with Abigail ~
"…Isn’t it much more relaxing out here?” Bruce nodded, "It is. I must admit, it is nice to give my analytical mind a rest from everything going on around me. Bruce nearly jumped at her sudden shout, tense and ready for battle. He then reminded himself to take a deep breath and calm down, “That is exactly how I feel and what I think. My brother and father don’t understand it quite as well as you do, Mr. Armstrong, but there is this constant thought in my head, telling me I’m worthless considering I don’t do anything to change the world or the flawed society I so often mention. My life won’t ever be complete simply by marrying a man and I won’t be happy until I do something with my life I would be proud of. Whether it’s writing books with plots about today’s society or if it’s a more active role, my primary need is to quieted this voice of mine. Do you understand that feeling, Mr. Armstrong.” Bruce chuckled, “More than you know, Miss Brantley. I believe society views my sole value to be the expectation of what I should become. A brilliant detective as my father before me. If I were to not live up to such high standards, I may be perceived as nothing. That, in contrast, I am worthless if I don’t do anything to change the world. Though I find myself fortunate to enjoy what I do, I still find I give thought to these things from time to time.”
@LunaticLeviTheSecond ~ Abigail