Patch had seen that something was wrong with her. That much was obvious. She realized he was holding onto her hand, and cracked a tiny, hesitant smile. It felt kind of nice, knowing that someone at least liked her. Even if she totally cracked into pieces, she didn't think Patch would leave her. Thankfully the Voice didn't come back to taunt her about it, either.

"I... yes... no... I don't know. I… I don’t know.” She started crying, then wiped angrily at her face with the one hand, clinging to Patch’s with the other. “I’m trying so hard not to fall apart and it’s just… I just can’t do this, not looking whole when I’m such a wreck inside.” She dropped her voice even quieter. “I wish I’d just died, sometimes. Then I wouldn’t be such a, such a liability. T-then it wouldn’t hurt so much, would it?” she forced a pathetic giggling sound, trying to take the shock out of those words, make Patch not think about them. It wouldn’t do any good for him to be worried about her, not during the mission, when he needed to stay focused. She shook her head, forced the smile back onto her face, though her mouth trembled. “I-I’ll be ok-okay. Just… just give m-me something t-to d-do and… and I’ll be fine.” She met Patch’s eyes, just for a second, then looked down again and blinked rapidly to clear the tears from her eyes.