"heh. If we're being honest here. Esme... I always lock up around you because... I'm scared. You're the first person who's treated me normally and I didn't want to ruin that. And I really like you Esme. Friend! Like a friend. That's awkward. Anyway yeah. I need therapy. That's my conclusion."
"Great. Also the kid just fell out the window meaning it's too late and we can't save him. He's dead. You should probably get out of here and go back to your job."
"Geez. What were you doing in there. I feel like my inner life has been sucked out of me. Which is ironic considering I am literally death I don't have a life. Whatever. I don't wanna know. Let's just get to the kid."
