"I am still discovering what that is. I would like to like people, but they are confusing and rarely move in ways that make sense to me. Still they have an imagination that I lack and my master spoke very highly of them."

She lets out a breath and shakes her head again. Elizabeth understands to some degree that free will implies people will be random, but all in all she's uncomfortable with some of the stupid things she's seen and the constant allowance of ennui and such being the driving factor of so many.