Octavia: "It's called Harry Potter, it's awesome. And well, I'm sure it must be enjoyable for someone such as you, but for someone like me.....well, you don't understand. My life is fast fast fast, zooming down the highway at about 120 miles per hour, it's go go go. Making innovations, making discoveries, talking technology, taking life, talking future with some of the most important, smartest, best people in the world, making the world a better place for everyone, going from Los Angeles to New York City to London to Paris to Milan all in one day for meetings sometimes, deadlines and trials and experiments, 72 hour straight work sessions, jet-setting around the world, getting college doctorates done in the time it takes the average college student to get one year of college done, build this, plan that, write this book, give that speech, fast-fast-fast, go-go-go, practically flying at the speed of light. I'm always energized, be it from adrenaline or coffee, always raring to go, always working, not stopping, never stopping, never going to stop. I'm living fast, living loud, because we don't have a lot of time to live and I'm not going to waste my life. Carpe diem, seize the day, and I'm not ever gonna let go. Riding high, riding fast, doing it all. My life is fast fast fast, go go go. Nothing holds me down, nothing holds me back. I'm a powerhouse, nothing bars my way. I'm free. My life, I'm free to do whatever I want, I don't let anything rein me in. I don't let anything take my power or individuality away from me. My life is fast fast fast, go go go. I'm on top of the world, Clarion. And it's fantastic." Once she had started explaining her life, she had started to grin, and get excited and energetic.
But then the smile fell from her face. "But this? You might like this, but I don't, You know how I see this? Old world, old fashioned ideas, old fashioned politics, strict ideals, everything must fit into a box, black and white photographs or stiff paintings, slow slow slow, beauty and money over intelligence and ingenuity, compulsory marriage without love, places and hierarchies and pedestals. You might like being a princess, and if that's you I won't begrudge you for it, to each their own. But to me the palace is a prison, the throne a cage, the crown a ball and chain. It's binding, it's choking, it's suffocating. I can't stand it. And I fear being molded into the image, into what the queen wants to see: a possession, not a person, doomed to be the tool to further the queen's own power. I fear that oblivion more than death itself. But you wouldn't understand."