And I'm not just a girl. [She levels his stare with a firm gaze. She never will pass for intimidating, always slight and precious and petite, but her stubbornness is a decent substitute.] Nodd, I may not remember every time I've lived, but I've lived many times. Countless times. And right now I remember dying, twice.

[She takes his hand and puts it to her heart. Sorry succubus, you're on your own.]

The only reason this is still beating, is because the briars are making it beat. And I'm not the only one with a terrible story and a terrible fate awaiting them. And neither are you.

You can't look at anyone else and tell them you are always worth less. That it should always fall to you to take the heat, or shoulder the blame. Do you know how much it would hurt people to lose you?