<span style="color: #ff0000">"it's not about fear... it's..."</span>she went silent and looked down into her mug, obviously struggling for words.<span style="color: #ff0000"> "i am not worth knowing or befriending... i am not worth the time people keep investing in me because i cannot change. i..."</span>she set the mug down on the railing and turned to look out into the jungle.<span style="color: #ff0000">"i will never be a mother, or a wife or even a decent friend... all i am good at is death and destruction. give me a suicide mission and i will survive it, give me an impregnable target and i will blow it to kingdom come and come out laughing while the body parts fall from the sky and the flames dance behind me... but this."</span>she gestured to the treehouses.<span style="color: #ff0000">"this... i am just no good for this... i am not a person, i am a weapon of war... the children cry and my first instinct is to take up arms and barge into their room with a grenade in my teeth because something must be attacking... i... what can i possibly offer you as a friend? ask Jim, i certainly don't make him happy, he is crying on a whore's shoulder because of me. why the hell do you want to be friends with a person who drove such a good man to that?"</span><br/><br/>"can't... can't she make it a priority? i am a child and i need help before i hurt someone." she smirked a little bitterly and looked up at him. "oh it calmed me right down, i was giddy but the headache the next day made me think you were all insane." she rolled her eyes and shook her head. "oh i know... all the adults are obsessed with sex, it's really annoying. i had my fill of watching the world on mom's stupid island. i burnt my face off, i don't think it's a good idea to put weapons in my hands right now."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>