I don't...I don't want to be locked up anywhere anymore. I don't want to go.

[She's reaching some strange conclusions, some of which are deeply unsettling.]

It's always the same, it doesn't matter. Even if I go home, even if they don't lock me away, it won't matter. Something else will happen, something worse. There's always something worse. I've seen them. They keep getting worse just when everything looks like it'll be fine again. It won't matter...