[She lowers her face, hiding it from the screen the best that she can. There are so many thoughts trapped in her throat right now that she can't even begin to form together into words and phrases, and for a long moment she just sits and looks at her lap, listening to Allen's voice grow louder and more emotional. He doesn't want that to happen to her, he doesn't want her to grow bitter and dark and sad - but what if it's too late? What if she just can't be anything else anymore? She wants to hide. She wants to climb under the cot and disappear.]

... I don't know what I'd even say to people. Like, I got my heart ripped out, and all my friends left while I was dead, and sometimes I wish I hadn't woken up? That's a really great icebreaker.

[She turns away from the camera a bit, tucking her knees up to her chest.]

I suck at this.