[She realizes that their circumstances are completely different, but that doesn't stop his words from piercing her. Belle is not unfamiliar with others trying to force her into a role she did not want. Gaston had tried when he'd asked for her hand. And all the eyes on her that she couldn't help but feel every time she walked through the village, silently judging her and her father.

Smiling a little sadly, her gaze drops down to stare unseeingly at the table.]

I've always found it silly how people cling to their "place" in life. Well, I suppose it's really only society's idea of place. Men are supposed to be strong and unyielding and must provide for their families. Women must keep the household going and bear children, as many as possible. Simple rules that were created before we were born and so we have no control over them. No choice.

[She looks up then, expression set in determination.]

I have never been so good at following those ideals, nor do I ever want to. If there truly is a place for me I shall find it myself. Or, failing that, create my own. [Pause.] You speak as if you have no choice in the matter, but that's not true. Only you can control who you are and only you can decide what you will be.