Everything's wrong. It's all rotted out inside, and it's all useless.

[She stares at her hands, at the clotting blood beneath her claws and her bruising skin, staring at the way her small scrapes seem to be rotting around the edges.]

Yeah...you're right. If everything goes wrong, it's not like anyone could stop it. No one would care anyway unless it bothered them. No one would notice.

[Not if she was gone, no. Things would be better if she wasn't always screwing them up, it must be true.]