Shouldn't be so nice [Persephone sniffs loudly, sobs catching her words in her throat. It's hard to find the things to say and it feels wrong to just sit there, letting herself be hugged and comforted.]

I can't take it back. [She curls her hands in lap, head dipped. However long her hair was when this started, it falls in sheets around her, pooling on the ground beneath her.] I thought--maybe I could give them coins to get through, to take the ferry, but I never got the chance. If I get back, I have something to try. [A loud hiccuping sob] But no one knows and they just--No one knows how awful I am.