Becky made a vague movement that could have been anything from a welcome to lazily slapping at a fly. "I'm sorry... a friend of mine tells me you pick up too much personality after this long on earth... Balance is becoming harder... especially with... him around... I can almost feel my aura turning into tar..." she stares out ahead of her. "I'm a complicated girl... and probably not worth persevering for..." she brushes her hair back. "I wish I had a hundred years until my body gave out... I could find someone... fall in love... grow old together... While I may<em>want</em>all that... I'm afraid of it too... afraid of risking myself again... of losing people... losing myself... of course I lost myself a long time ago."