They can't hurt me. [She says, voice unyielding and full of confidence. Nothing can hurt her if she doesn't give it power to, there's nothing she can't endure in this world.

But then again, Danny's probably the worst person to tell that. It's barely been two months since the night when he had found her crying in middle of the hallway, too scared and upset to even stand up on her own.]

They're ugly words and this is ugly world, in case you have not noticed. [She snorts. She knows that his words and touch are meant to be soothing and reassuring, but she just can't find any comfort from her and only grows more distant and harsh.] And if they're ugly then so am I.