[well - it's relatable. this is a little bit how she feels emotions, these days. before, the first time emotionshare was a thing, she'd felt things so distantly, in a little box pushed away from everything else.

but now, after weeks of being dead and not caring to keep herself restrained for the sake of others, she feels almost... violently, bright and colorful. she gets that hatred and confusion and guilt, and there's a touch of sympathy in return. or maybe empathy. she knows. this sort of thing is complicated.]

My father is dead. [she doesn't seem to have any particular emotion attached to him, funnily enough.] I'm told he felt regret for what he did, and I think that it wasn't enough to be regretful.

[a pause, and she gently reaches out and tucks simon's hair behind his ear before pulling back. all of these effects at once are such a cocktail of bwuh.]

Have things gone better for you at all?