I-it's not! [she shrinks a little, feeling a beat of shame. that's what it seems like when she dances around with her words as she does, doesn't it? gads.]

I, I don't know about lonely, but...but every true kindness is...it almost feels like a test. And I don't know the rules or what constitutes a pass or fail, or...if I was to be presented with it at all.

[she bites her lip, a little unnerved by how fast she could speak to that.]

If I...delight too much, it. Feels as though there are...unseen consequences. And I don't know why, especially if...if I'm truly meant to be forgotten. In general.