She was glad that he explained it, put her more at ease. It may have been difficult to wrap her head around, but it made him a stronger person in more ways than one. “Yeah, let’s hope we don’t have to face that issue,” she laughed, nodding her head in agreement. Though, she couldn’t imagine how hard it was for him when he was adapting to the technology in his head, not having the ability to move his own body from birth. There are few things she could think of that would be worse than that. She wasn’t sure if he would be able to continue living as well as he was without the wires and chips, what if his brain stopped growing due to being run for him? It didn’t need to grow, so maybe it never did. Of course, if it ever came to that, she’d be there, it was just difficult to imagine.<br/><br/>“Oh yeah? That might be nice...honestly I thought you would think I’m weird for having it. Or maybe you do and just aren’t giving me shit for it.” She laughs nervously, biting her thumb. However dumb he thought it was, it didn’t particularly matter to her. It was the only thing she had left from her old life, from her family. She’d hold onto it until she died if she could. Though, if he was being sincere, and wasn’t teasing her for it, it was a nice gesture.<br/><br/>She thought to herself for a moment over his words, trying to come up with something to give him. There were an endless amount of things about her that she could tell him, but she felt that this next thing needs to be something bigger. He gave her something that was a huge part of his life, if not the biggest and he deserves the same from her. “Uhh, well.” She wasn’t sure how ‘deep’ this confession was supposed to be, but she decided to get the gloomier ones out of the way first, it makes the other ones a tad funnier in the long run. “After my mom died, I struggled a lot. Went to therapy, rehabilitation, groups, you name it. There...there just isn’t a lot of coming back from something like that, you know? The first year was the worst, depressed may not cover how it was for me. Sometimes medication just doesn’t help, so...” she shook off her jacket, setting it down and rolling up one of her sleeves, hesitantly holding her arm out to him. It was littered with faint, white lines across it, though one stood out from the rest, running perpendicular to them. “It was a dark, dark time. And I’m not there anymore, but I was. You’d figure it out on your own anyways so, figured I would tell you now.” She sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. What would he think of her now? She was weak, she let her thoughts consume her then. She didn’t have the strongest mind, but she has changed. She wanted to show him that. She kept her arm out in case he wanted to look over it, sighing to herself. “Uh, I count this as someone no one knows about me because everyone who knew, died.” She shrugged, gauging his reaction carefully. She didn’t want him to think less of her.<br/><br/>“Your turn,”