Things are different, Drew. Things— things can’t be the same. No matter what, no matter how— how things go, they can’t— we’re not who we were. I’m not...

[ How did she go from beating up kids who messed with him, from watching his back as they dragged themselves out of the fire alive at the cost of their old squad, to what she did to him? ]

If you don’t deal with these things you— you hurt yourself, even if you don’t know it. Because ignoring it doesn’t make it go away, it doesn’t— it doesn’t mean you don’t feel anything about it, you just hide from it.

[ She brings her knees back up to her chest. Breathes. ]