She was exhausted of everyone always expecting her to know all of the answers to every question. When did she become some sort of superhuman who was all-knowing and all-seeing? Just because she was clever and unafraid to do research in dusty books most wouldn't didn't mean she was somehow this perfect genius who could solve every riddle. She was human. Imperfect, flawed, normal. Were there people out there that believed that she was somehow a perfect creature who could do no wrong and knew everything? Because that was just ridiculous and unnatural. She'd been forced to prove herself over and over again since she was eleven years old entering into a strange world that she didn't even know existed a short time earlier. While she had some suspicions of what the madman was up to, she didn't believe they were even possible. Perhaps there was a simple explanation.