[ yeah. Jen didn't think that would go over well at all, but it's a talk they needed to have if their friendship was going to ever stop feeling like it was stuck in the mud, only ever moving forward and back slightly before sinking back to an ugly medium. at least as far as she perceived it.

after drawing her hands free, Jen rose to her feet, paced over to the wall of lockers and put her right hand to the face of one. ]

With things being quieter, I've had more time to think about everything that happened months ago. Putting together the bits and pieces of Yin's life. Like, who she knew, how she acted, what was going through her head when she did or said things, and I -

[ she turned back to May, frowning. disappointed. ] I don't see how you could depend on her. She was self-destructive. If she wasn't under the influence of something, she was just so tired, angry. Bitter. She felt like the world went out of its way to rob her of life at every turn, and she was just marching on to spite it — No. She was moving toward her own self-destruction.

You saw it, too, right? Please tell me you did. [ at this point, Jen sounds desperate. that the opinion has to be validated for the sake of them being able to see eye-to-eye. like she doesn't want to be the bearer of bad news but there's no other person who could possibly carry this task. ]