"I didn't think my life, what I'd done with it, was worth it. I thought... what I'd done... my life mattered less than all of yours. I could accept trading that, for you. For all of you. Because I wasn't anything, was I? The girl who'd run away. The girl who'd killed and slept completely fine afterwards. The girl who fucked her... ex's best friend. The girl who'd sold her soul with hardly a second thought. What sort of worth is there, for a girl like that?" Her voice had started out soft as it was, but it had faded to a broken whisper by the time she'd finished, tears clogging her throat and gathering in her eyes.