"No." I shake my head. "I’m not going anywhere without you."
She smiles. "Be brave, Beatrice. I love you."
Despite everything, The Hunter and The Banshee stood together. That’s what a best friend does. That’s what one is. So no, I don’t see that smile as someone who is getting over the death of someone that was a part of her in ways no one else ever had been before or likely ever would be again. I see it as her picturing the nervous, happy, dimpled young girl who walked that same hall on her very first day. (x)
As an actor, you always dream of having material that showcases what you can do.