Languages meant the world to Kara and really, they did mean a great deal to Lena as well. Lena was constantly studying, learning how to speak more fluently in the languages already learned from a young age. There was one language however, one out of all the millions, that she couldn't bring herself to learn.

Irish.

She was still too raw from her grief with losing her mother. It was all consuming, and she didn't know how to turn the faucet off. Her heart too big, instead she drowned in her feelings like her mother had drowned in that lake.