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IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, Catherine is seen reloading bullets from her pistols and having them placed inside her bag for her to carry and later have it hidden around her weapon belt. After hours of sleep back at the cave, she doesn't feel sleepy and is more eager to travel from Transylvania to Rome to bring Frank to safety before going back to killing Dracula.
Anna walks through the hallway, about to go to her room after having herself a drink on her own but stopped when she sees her daughter picking up weapons from her peripheral vision.
"Catherine?". She calls while stepping into of the living room. "What are you doing here? You should be falling asleep!".
"I could but I already fell asleep back in the cave and I wanted to be sure I'm ready in case if we're gonna face the Dwergis or one of his brides again tomorrow. It is most likely that they're coming for us, Frankenstein and Hyacinth".
"That's good that you're planning ahead". Anna smiled. "You know something, dear?".
"What?".
"It never fails to please me watching you grow and seeing more of myself in you. Though you may be a bit unaware and lose your temper quite often but other than that, you still flourish into the woman I wanted you to be".
After bringing a bottle of Holy Water inside of her bag, Catherine gave a long away look to her mother who walked her way to stand next to her with a soft gaze. "It's not that easy to live up to your expectations sometimes. I'm not quick as you, brave as you or confident especially when I see you facing towards Mr. Helsing, Carl and the rest of the Transylvanian people with your hands on your hips and your chin up. That is a very badass move you did there".
Catherine's remarks made Anna crack a soft chuckle, appreciating her own daughter's praise and admitting that she can be a brave badass sometimes when needed to be. "Well a woman has to make a statement wherever she goes".
Her daughter nodded in approval but then her smile began to falter into a frown, "and that's something I want to do but I couldn't because come on, look at me. I'm a fragile stick compared to you. You exude dark feminine, tough heroine and I exude a weak damsel in distress trying to dress up as her own mother".
"No you're not!". Anna exclaimed, trying to meet with her daughter's gaze. "I've seen you fall so many times but you managed to pull yourself together and keep going. You acknowledge your flaws and find a way to find a solution and I watched you fight the inner voices in your head and all the people who are denying your potential, you always prove them wrong through the things that you do and that are what makes you a heroine of your own right".
Her mother consoles while tucking a curly strand from her head behind her ears while her daughter lost herself in her mother's warm eyes.
"I get the expectations are kind of high for you to reach but you can always mend it and create a new one, my dear".
