[Lysithea takes it at face value. This is not the time or place to interrogate sarcastic statements too closely.]

...Sometimes, I think I can't ever be.

But you know... it just becomes a part of me over time. There's no getting over it or moving beyond it. It sits within me, and I... hold it closely, because there's nothing else I can do with it.

[...Her hands are clasped at her chest. She opens them, gazes down at them with a curious expression.]

I fear a stranger can offer scant comfort in these circumstances.