Emily grimaces.
It feels ...
It feels like the notebook is saying that Emily can't be a hero, like being a hero wouldn't be the responsible thing.
But ... that's not what she's saying, is it? She's saying that Emily has a choice.
The question is which is the gold ladle, and which is the tin ladle. Is the humble, happy life the tin ladle? Is the life spent in service to others the tin ladle?
Which does she really want to choose?
I want —
I want to look back from the end of my story and feel like I made the wise choices. I want to be the person who was clever, and fair, and just, not just lucky. I want to be Halt or Rosethorn, not Sparrowhawk.
She's always felt like he just kind of stumbled through the school at Roke without much of a plan.
... and maybe I should say that means doing the safe thing and choosing the happy life, but the thing is I don't know.
She's writing faster now, with no real idea where her thoughts are going until she gets there, her already fairly messy writing deteriorating further in her haste.
I don't know what the right choice is. And — I don't know whether I will find monsters. But the thing is, these powers, they aren't just good for defeating ancient evils, are they? Learning from your friends, it's not just good for dealing with monsters, it's good for dealing with anything, because it lets you learn anything you might need to know, whether that's baking or battery.
She leaves a long space, and returns to writing at a more measured pace.
That's the answer. You're asking a false question. You're asking me to choose between being happy and being a hero, but I don't need to make that choice. I just need to be me.