We beat up toxic people enough and their skin'll turn purple.

[not that she'd been much of a fistfighter for a while. she'd grown out of that. and her sword wasn't for people.]

I don't think I'm toxic, though. I think I'm just shit at a lot of stuff when it comes to, like, emotions and feelings. There's a whole city full of people who handle their shit healthily, and then there's me, who just gets crossfaded in the middle of the day to deal with knowing she's gonna turn into a robot.