"You are. But so far, that sounds like reasoning to love nothing at all, not even the invulnerable."

A brief pause, before she mentally twists herself into another stiff position. An admission she doesn't like making, like feeling disused muscles complain from a stretch.

"I'm...not good at being a person either. I'm not going to judge you for that."

Is anyone, in the end, good at being a person? Or is it all just improvisation all the way down?