[ katsa furrows her brow, chews on her lower lip, looks hesitant and awkward when she asks. ]

...If I wanted to contact you for something in the future—someone who knows the importance of realizing that everyone has the right to their own lives—who would you be?

[ there are too many questions to ask, and it's muddling katsa's thoughts. she needs to think about something, but she doesn't want to stop talking to this girl, either. ]