And my motives used to be so pure.

They weren't there, you know.

I heard my own voices in that place, and every one of them was - it was all stuff I knew even if i didn't want to. Stuff it pulled out of me.

If they said I deserved it, for - I don't know, for being human, for being in the way - then part of you believes that.

[She means for it to sound like an accusation. But it just comes out small, and sad. Part of her believes it too.]