Anna hesitated. It was such a simple question, on the surface, but the answer was all tied up with her own instinctive, incomplete response, and with what she wanted to be able to hear herself say.

Leander had once asked her something similar.

"I am...myself. Is there another way to put it? I don't know." She breathed in, breathed out: unnecessary but soothing. "I'm still Anna, still me. At least... mostly I am. But sometimes... sometimes something catches my interest as the Huntress, or being Anna is too hard and frightening... and then that is who I am, instead."