[She doesn't lift her head, doesn't dare meet his face.]

... Even if it was Wonderland... it still came from me. It was still inside me... and it could come out again. That part of me, that awful, disgusting part of me will always be in there... and it could hurt people again... I can't ever trust myself. I can't tell if what I do is because I want to help people... or if I just want people to stay with me... I d-don't know what I am anymore...