[Seems to Ellie that that's what she needs to say aloud, but she doesn't say so. Ellie's beyond twisted up when it comes to feeling things, even more twisted up when it comes to saying them out loud.

Some things are just too sad; sadder than she wants to put on others. Even if this place keeps secrets, there's a terror that comes with being seen.]

Someone I know says it's good to get your thoughts out, that when they're all out, you feel better. I think that makes them sound like they're food poisoning.

[Ellie presses both her palms to her glass, pain flickering across her eyes. She wants to, and she knows it's more than this place, pressing her to talk.]

I love somebody who did something awful. Doom-the-world levels of awful. And he did to save me.