[It takes a second, a minute, for her to figure out what to say. It's a topic she would ignore, on any other day. She doesn't want anyone to find out something in her is wrong and messed up, because the connections she has with them might vanish, but-

She can remember choking to death under the weight of her own stress and lies. Remember Guzma's face when he said those painful words that sting deeply to this day.

She can see the Knight's face now, looking at her for an answer. Something in their hollow eyes makes her swallow, glance to them, then away and back again and-

Maybe it's okay, if she lowers her voice. Tries to make it so only they can hear the words coming out of her mouth. If they're the same as her, if they were in that environment, then deep down they already know.

So maybe it's okay to say it, aloud.]

I was 'unsuitable'-they had to.

[They found another girl to use-one less sick, one with a stronger heart, someone who was pulled away from everything she knew to lead the same lonely life they all had.]

But they let me stay in my room and I got to color.

[She didn't have to crawl through the corpses of the other failed catalysts, trying to fight for every chance to live. All she had to do was sit there, play with blocks and quietly take her pills until they no longer worked. If it weren't for the project's failure and humanity's near extinction, she'd still be waiting there.]

People are different here. I don't think-maybe we don't have to worry about that kind of thing now.