[I'd take that, she thinks immediately, fierce and bitter. How often had she dreamed about that? Walking away and becoming someone new, someone with no father and no past, someone who would roam the world and didn't need anyone else. Anyone would be better than the worthless, cringing obesiant thing she'd had to dwell inside of.

She doesn't show her anger.]

You won't get much. No one stays normal here for very long, one way or another. And people generally have enough problems of their own to worry about dictating to anyone else.

[We're all mad here, she thinks. That would be a fun part to play.]