"That it could be so simple. But...no, I'm not, in the main."

Erin shakes, clutching the thermos in a death grip. Her knuckles have gone white with the force of it. "I stopped before I ever came here but the past lies like a nightmare over the present. I. Accepted help, to kill the person I used to be, but burying her is...an ongoing project. To sort the poison from the medicine, to...to be better...I had people of my own kind to help me with that. The people here have been kind but they don't fully understand, even the few who know or suspect. At some point it's just me. Me and the corpse of my past still rotting in my mind. I can't blame that wretch for hating me. Mainly I blame him for not showing any god damn standards."