[She stares at him, lips pursed in remote anger. It would be so freeing to scream, yell, or just fucking leave. The worst thing, though, is she knows she'd regret it all later, swallowed up by her own loneliness.]

[She takes a deep breath.] If I was bigger than you, what the fuck would you do? [It's all she'll say. Anything else puts her position too much in the forefront.]

[The people who've really fucked with her, though, the people who really tried to hurt her, they... were nicer than this. That shouldn't be comforting, but it is.]

So what do you want, huh? I'm fucking lost, too. I don't think you can be not lost in this shithole.