"It probably wouldn't, if all I wanted to see was a beautiful city," she agrees, wiping her eye on the cuff of her sweater. "We all do strange things for stranger reasons. If I wanted to see the Louvre, or the Eiffel Tower, or just have breakfast at a cafe, maybe I would feel a little sad that I'd never experienced those things.

"But it's not just being a tourist. Seeing Paris is what I dreamed of doing, what I still dream of doing... because it would mean I could go where I want when I wanted to. It would mean I was free of imprisonment, of being hunted down, of hiding all the time. I haven't gone because... because I'm not free of those things yet.

"I guess if you came to take me to Paris though, very soon I would be free of all that. So it'd feel right," she says, drawing her legs up to her chest and holding herself tightly while she tried to stop crying.