[It's like he's stepping on the pieces of her shattered heart. With every word, the fragments crack a little more, sending waves of sharp pain through her goddamn soul. In another time, she would've yelled at him for this, turned it around on him so that this was all his fault.

But shithole cavetown has opened her eyes, and even if it hadn't, she's hurt him enough already. She killed him, for fuck's sake.

Shutting her eyes against imminent tears, she takes a slow, shuddering breath. She couldn't come up with a good lie right now even if she had to, and that somehow hurts more than the truth.]

I said-- [God. God. This is embarrassing, on top of everything else. How fucking childish is she? How fucking vain? How much of an absolute fuckup? If he dumps her for this, she deserves it. She deserves all that the gods throw at her.]

I said that-- that I might do it if it meant-- if they could make me curvy. [It's almost mumbled, and then she's quicker and louder on the follow-up.] But it was a joke, I owuldn't make a deal with a fucking demon!