[She breaks a little, lets out a bark of rough, dry laughter, weary and rueful.]

I know. He told me about it. Eventually.

When I was little, I wanted not to be human more than anything in the world. But it was never about the power. It was about being good, about not being less than everyone around me, about not being so damn unwanted and alone.

[She doesn't sound sad, or particularly vulnerable. She's not that girl anymore. Melancholy, though. Lightly bitter.]