Honey's head is hanging low, a defeated pose as she listens to them talk of her. She knows she responded in a manner that she shouldn't have. She doesn't understand why pain arouses her so, but she hates it.<br/><br/>"It isn't my fault!" She cries out "It isn't! I don't mean to respond like that......"<br/><br/>She quickly turns away, burring her head in Daio's shoulder as she clings to the other girl for comfort "help me" she whispers "help me"