She nods slowly, taking in his answer. Her hands find each other on her lap, needing to hold, to touch something, and the look in her eyes is more distant. Every time she says it, it becomes a little more real.

"I'm not."

Perhaps it's horribly unfair, coming to him like some people go into that confessional in the Temple. But she knows she lacks the shame she should bear, just another item on the list that indicates she's less than a person. Another thing absent from her body.

"There's so little there for me, and so much here. Even if that's taking the easy way out."