[ elda pauses a moment, not sure if she should validate or invalidate that pain. In the end, she opts for something between the two. Her hand reaches out, and she brushes up alex's bangs such as to put the palm of it on her forehead. ]

Humanity is cruel. But I've never been human for a single day. [ . . . No, say something more. She... ] It's obvious to anyone you're haunted, but my reasons for being defensive have been far more petty than that.