I didn't, actually. You must have left that part out.

[Everyone lost. She knew she wasn't special, not when it came to suffering. That didn't mean that she could stand it, that she wasn't drowning without anything to help her keep her head afloat.

It's not like he was there for her. If he was offering sympathy, trying to connect with her, show her he knew how it felt, it fell on deaf ears.]

Good. That's the one I wanted anyway.

[She turns away again, passing off the green as she does so that she can slip the red on over her head, the top fitted and the skirt loose and flowy, the color as bright as the freshest blood.

Figures.

She glances at him over her shoulder.]

I wonder what else you neglected to mention.