"And yet when I chose you, it all went to shit. Everyone turned on me."

She sighs and reaches up to rub at her forehead, feeling that hot throb starting in her skull; a sure sign of payback for too many tears.

".... I'm sorry I didn't tell you what was going on. I made the choice and it backfired all over the place. You didn't deserve to be caught in the middle like you were."

Without thought, she huddles in a little closer, hands going into her pockets.

"... uh. Thanks for the furniture. It's... beautiful."