"If I try to explain it to someone outside of the network, I'll just sound insane." She curls up in on herself once more, resting her head against her knees. But this time, rather than the despair from before, she just seems... exhausted.

"I know... it's not easy." Therapy sounds like weakness, to her. To let someone else share her load... To force her burdens on someone else. "If I talk to anyone... It has to be someone on the network. I don't know anyone who isn't."