[A memory is a memory, he says. Veronica looks down at her hands and thinks of her fingers pressing on Heather's neck, trying to find a pulse. Of Martha's heartbroken face, after learning who'd really written the love note. Of the weight of the gun in her hand, JD's eyes staring at hers in shock.

Some memories she could do without. But she understands where Kaytoo is coming from.]

Oh—okay. [She isn't strong, not like her roommates. If she was, she half-thinks wouldn't be here in this world at all.] That's understandable.

—I am sorry about you having to hearing about all of that, though. [Not really, but she feels like she has to say something about that, since he didn't sign up to be Traumatized Forever.] Especially from Persephone.