[ It's one thing to talk about how this has effected others but something else to talk about how it's effecting her, and she falters, caught. She hesitates, and after a moment moves her shoulders in a faint suggestion of a shrug. Her best efforts go into not wilting too noticeably. ]

A little like you were.

[ Only without the tears, and with more ability to overcome the feeling of loss. ]

The things I saw... I doubt they'll ever happen. But I-- [ 'Have already come to terms with the cessation of my own existence,' would be a bad thing to say here, so she does not. ] -- I never expected that they would. I'm-- doing alright.

[ No use being bitter about it, right? And after all, the future could still be... better than she fears, perhaps. (She shames herself into thinking that purely because she asked him to think similarly.) But it doesn't matter, because, ]

I'm content with the way things are.