[At first, she didn't answer. Leaving only the sound of their footsteps as they continued along their unusual path. Thinking over what Franziska said, and...wondering whether or not she did believe.]

[In the end, as with many answers, her was neither a definitive yes or no.]

I believe...that to make mistakes...to act...foolish, as you say...is a part of who we are.

But it doesn't have to the the only part. Or what defines us.