"There's nothing you can do about it," she blurts. Like it's something she's used to saying, except usually it's apologizing for making other people feel that way, and it's weird that she's having to reassure someone else about it now.

She really has been an asshole.

"You don't have to do anything, I mean. You shouldn't. It's not your problem. I'm paranoid and..." She trails off. Broken. And stupid. And should maybe still be dead, she thinks, and does not need to say. "Anyway. That's all I wanted to say. Sorry."