She listens, trying to keep her face expressionless. Honestly, a lot of it is so beyond the realm of her experience, she's not sure how to deal with it, how to feel about it. But some, she can understand. Daughters. Doing things you regret. People becoming more weapons than people. Not even an animal. Somehow that resonates worse than anything. That, and stupid mistake. Christ, does she know about that.

So she's careful, for once choosing her words before she talks. "Yeah," she says. "Because it's true. Nobody- fucking nobody tells me the truth. I've been through shit- some bad shit."

She's not ready to talk about David. She may never be.

"The guy I, uh, traveled with before I was here," she says, "he had a daughter, too. She died when she was my age, or something. And he... when we met, he fucking hated my guts. I think it because of his daughter or something. But we kept travelling and he saved me and I saved him, I saved him a fucking lot, and he got all nice and it was like having a dad. I've never had a dad."

A quiet moment, while she works herself up to this.

"And then he fucking lied about something that's so- so important," tears well up in her eyes, and she scrubs at her face angrily. "Like, my whole fucking life, he just lied about the most... fucking important thing in my life. Like I don't get to know about it. It was my life. After fucking everything, he just..." She takes a long, shaky breath. Pauses a long moment, trying not to let emotions overtake her. She stares at her boots and lets it wash over her, silent and upset with it.

She's never said any of this out loud before. It was easier to just know. Somehow, that made it less real.

"I don't wanna be anybody's kid." She says, her voice slowly evening out. "I just fucking want people to tell me the truth."