Katarina is...odd.
When you have knowledge only god should know you end up not caring about a lot of things.
But she still cares because she's not a god. Or goddess. Does semantic matter?
She's just human.
She didn't care much about school, nor his future, nor about her heritage and her own family.
She cares.
But she doesn't. Why should she care? She gonna die soon anyway.
She didn't want them to be hurt but he didn't care if they were happy or excited. She always pretending earlier in her reincarnated life until it becomes the norm now. All to make her look normal.
She liked how her mother in this life and her past life would caress her cheek.
She loved her mom.
She disliked how she'd blame herself to her so openly and talk about her failed attempts to educate Katarina since she remembered everything.
She hated her family in this life.
She didn't care about her family. But still craved to be hugged when she didn't want to.
She could never understand herself.
And frankly, she didn't care much about what she had to try to understand.
He just wanted to move on with a normal and boring life.
Then some idiots came along.
They made Cynicarina want to rip their necks off.
Make them shiver and cry as Psychorina murdered them for being such annoyances.
Other times Bakarina wanted to hug and console them.
She hates, she loves.
But she feels guilty somehow.
She feels guilt for hating and loving them.
She was dumb, she was strong.
But she couldn't crack this one.
But she would crack her fiance's skull. Before he cracked hers first.
She sits down on her bed.
She can hear her Mind Council yell at her.
Calling her names.
Useless.
Stupid.
Outcast.
Freak.
Monster.
And she believed them. They are her. Part of herself. Avatar of her true self.
Even if it's true.
She feels divided.
Maybe she has a mental condition.
But in the end.
Who cares?
She certainly not.
Corpses don't have to, right?