"I... yeah." Does she really do that without thinking? Her knees are hugged to her chest suddenly and she buries her face in them again. No wonder no one likes her. Turns out she's a manipulative bitch without even realizing it anymore. Lovely.

The suggestion of seeking professional help stings. Not because Verity's wrong or Amelia thinks she doesn't need help, but because this whole incident became what it is over a similar suggestion.

"Viatorus said I should do the same, to help with... something else. It's why I freaked out on him, why I'm certain he hates me now." Her voice is muffled but there's no way in hell she's looking up right now. "I know he's right, that you're right, but..." She grips her legs tightly.

"I don't think I can do this."

She's scared. A rare thing in her world.