She presses her lips together, shifting on her feet and folding her arms tight under her chest. Admitting this feel as weird as admitting everything else she has to him from the truce conversation to now, but...

"Remembering who I was, it's... it's hard. Separating it all. It's like it's all this big, tangled ball of fuckery that I don't know where one part ends and another begins. I don't know... I don't know when that me was, when I stopped... being that. Started being... this."