Cress: ...So what if I'm not...?
Cress: Why...? You don't even know me...
Cress: ...Why do you care so much...?
Cress: ...Well you can't make me better. I'm not-I'm not something to be fixed...some things are meant to stay broken.
Cress: ...
She starts to walk away. Despite the dazedness and akwardness that she has presented, there is a definite steel to Cress, a sharpness...
