[from her earliest memories, that's how she's always been-- on the outside, looking in, hands pressed against some kind of glass wall that she could never seem to breach. Velvet and the others may have punched some holes into that wall, but one can't just rebuild their shattered heart in a matter of days, weeks, or even months]
[especially when she still wasn't quite sure where to begin]
no subject
[especially when she still wasn't quite sure where to begin]
[her answer is brutally, and painfully honest]
I can't.
[ugh. gross. honesty]
Not like you. Not like Laphicet. Not like-- her.