"I am that I am," she said, eyes frozen on Zouichi's face. "I am someone who had a voice in her ear twenty seven hours a day, seven days a week, for twenty five years of my life. And now that voice is silent, and no matter how I shout I can't hear myself. And you can say that Horanckk carried me for too long, and let my spirit atrophy; but I say that if he had not carried me, I would be dead or worse now. And then one of you heroes would have to do your own damn inventory, wasting valuable time that could be spent training and wooing and all those heroic things."

"I have tried, again and again, to touch people here. But I don't have the right words, or the right face," she pointed at herself. "Or I try and they are repodded, or they find anouther friend and turn away from me, or they die. I'm no good at friendship. I'm a creep, Zouichi. Always have been, always will be."

"And maybe that's exactly what I'm here for, did you ever think that? Maybe I'm here just to grind out my life in the gloom, someone that nobody will care about. Someone that nobody has to waste their time caring about."

"Now, if you don't mind, I do have work to do."