( she didn't want to comment or really answer any of his questions, especially the one revolving quentin. it required thinking (and being more upset), and she would much rather tug her on hair in full force, so the pain at her scalp would stop her from thinking. so she leaves them all unanswered and focuses on the very last question.)

Yeah, that. I've tried to sprucin' up this place with my art 'cause everyone was so down and dumps. ... And I got yelled at for it. Said I oughta stop and think for a second... care what everyone else is feelin', have empathy or whatever.

( just replaying that conversation with ange brings back the bitter taste in her mouth. and she tries to lick it away by running her tongue along her teeth. )

I know what it's like to lose people. More than anyone else here... I was just. ( a beat. ) I just didn't want to feel that. I'm tired of feeling that...

( she mumbles the last sentence, her voice weakening and in quivers. the only pain she wishes to see is upon others who done her wrong, not on herself. never on herself. )