She wanted to explain things better, to clarify that her home hadn't been a place where she belonged to an actual group. It had always been just her and David, and then she had a wonderful friendship with Frank Walker separately. That even if she had been a part of a group, they weren't focused on surviving. But it felt like the wrong time to try and explain, especially since she was feeling sad and couldn't begin to understand the emotion properly.

Her eyes began to sting, and she rubbed at them in irritation. It was when they started to leak that she thought she had a fault and needed to get help immediately. She recalled Frank crying on one of his first nights at the institute, when he said he missed his home and was homesick. She realized what she was doing was crying, and she tried to stop it from continuing. Adults always would think crying children were weak.

"I'm not sure if this place will be any better." She was still crying, her voice heavier as she tried to mask it. "But it must be, if our group will actually work together. "

She moved to sit back, the wind taken out of her sails for a moment. But she composed herself silently after that, wiping at her face and biting at her lip so she could refrain from embarrassing herself further.