[she's sitting on the floor of her small bathroom, leaning against the wall, and looks like she's been hit by a shuttle; matted hair and pale coloring, combined with a general tiredness]
I hope you're suffering. [she sighs] Okay, I don't hope you're suffering. But, if I could pass this on to you, I would. [she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly] I should save some of this so I can throw it at you, when you're back. [she smiles slightly]
[her eyes close as she feels another wave coming ; the feed cuts off, then comes back]
I changed my mind. I do hope you're suffering. [she shakes her head and turns off the recording]
