Yes, Katara. She could. But are either of them wise choices in the end? Remember, there is a test.
[Now Law's focus turns inward just a bit... he knows well how this part of the tale goes...]
The girl first gazed at the Princess. For who wouldn't like to be a princess like in the tales of old? And at first, all looked to be good. The village was safe and prosperious. She was loved and taken care of. There was a Prince to cater to her every whim, and save her people. She wouldn't have to do anything.
And then. Then she looked deeper and saw that all was not what it seemed. She saw the price of it, Katara.
To be the Princess was to set aside herself, Katara. The girl who set out on the ice would never sit by while others needed help and let others do the sacrificing for her. The Princesses of the old tales were the ones who need the rescuing, and are not the rescuers. She saw a woman who was passive and had her decisions taken away from her, even though however well meaningly, and had no agency of her own. Dangerous, when you have no choice - for her and others. She saw this, and realized despite the outward trappings of comfort and care and safety, that in the end it was an empty life.
To live, you must hold true to yourself, or you'll be consumed by regret. She saw this, and shook her head, and turned to the next image...
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[Now Law's focus turns inward just a bit... he knows well how this part of the tale goes...]
The girl first gazed at the Princess. For who wouldn't like to be a princess like in the tales of old? And at first, all looked to be good. The village was safe and prosperious. She was loved and taken care of. There was a Prince to cater to her every whim, and save her people. She wouldn't have to do anything.
And then. Then she looked deeper and saw that all was not what it seemed. She saw the price of it, Katara.
To be the Princess was to set aside herself, Katara. The girl who set out on the ice would never sit by while others needed help and let others do the sacrificing for her. The Princesses of the old tales were the ones who need the rescuing, and are not the rescuers. She saw a woman who was passive and had her decisions taken away from her, even though however well meaningly, and had no agency of her own. Dangerous, when you have no choice - for her and others. She saw this, and realized despite the outward trappings of comfort and care and safety, that in the end it was an empty life.
To live, you must hold true to yourself, or you'll be consumed by regret. She saw this, and shook her head, and turned to the next image...