Unexpectedly, Kainé doesn't offer a retort. She just stares forlorn at the flower again, her mind on something else. Something in her heart that cuts her like broken glass, or perhaps several things that have all begun to blur into one for her.

She doesn't understand how she still has so much hope. So much surety in who she is. Maybe that part's Anna. It's hard to believe that the android that contains parts of Kainé, that is perhaps a warped continuation of her, could be so strong. If that's what she had been.

"They say when somebody's gone, they're still always with you. What a crock of shit. You can't ever fill that hole."

But she gets up. Flexes a left hand of flesh and blood. "I need to get the hell out of here."