I'm sorry. It's an awful feeling, that you aren't what you should be. Even if it's coming from someone else.

[Remembering or not. She draws her legs up, tucking her knees under her chin and sighing as well.]

I never wanted much, you know. Just to be human, and with him. I have those things, why is everything still so difficult? oh, I know why, I just...I don't care about any of that. What was before. Not as it relates to us.

[But Scar cares. She knows he cares, even if they never dare speak on it. Is that why he's being so quiet of late? Simply a resurfacing of old guilts and shame?]