"No." That answer is easy, at least, and she shakes her head while trying to figure out how to say it. "What I've done, it's mine to carry. That's the agreement I made with myself. I've forgotten enough - I can't forget this."

She can't forget, because it can never happen again. She can't forget, because it defines her. Because in the end, she's just something pretending to be a person - something people are indulging, being kind to, but she knows the truth of it. For some reason, none of them see it, even when she holds it up for them to see. Even when she's all but begging them to.

"It just...can't be that simple, Artemy. Deciding to live differently doesn't make someone better. Someone's owed something."