"Not someone awful," She says, and she shakes her head. "Everything. Too much stuff has happened. That's awful. That two years ago, my life was normal, and nobody was dying, and- I've died so many times in a year, and it's horrible. It's awful and horrible, and my boyfriend just had to snap my neck and-"

And that's when she does start to cry, her voice thick with the tears. "I've been compelled and mind-controlled and tortured three times, and had my head smashed in and my neck broken and I'm tired and I'm eighteen." Her forehead presses against Klaus' neck, and it's so hard, that she knows that it's been close a million times, and she doesn't know if this is how things are now, and it makes her feel ill. "I can't do this. I can't just have this keep happening, Klaus."

And it's the really-really first time she's actually thought about it, about turning it off, about making herself not care because she's so tired of being collateral damage.