[Ouch. That. Hits close to home, much like how all of this does.]

Real ones, or the ones in your head? I've had both.

[She chuckles weakly.]

I know what it's like not to be able to escape that shit in your dreams. Seems all of this has kinda been a respite, in a sad way. Haven't felt the need for sleep since it all started.

[Which likely comes to no surprise that she looks like she hadn't slept in decades. Mostly because she more or less hasn't.

[Her gloved fingers clasp around her burnt arm even more, remembering the agony when they had been still fresh. It would be a relief if the fire didn't continue to burn when she closes her eyes.]