"I did act like a dick for some of it," Darcy notes, tugging the comforter up to her chin. It'd be nice if she could warm up from it.

"Rita would rather take an entire cactus up her ass than apologise to me for literally anything. I rescued her in one of her memories and she insulted me the entire time until I found a way out. She's just... decided that me being dead is weird and creepy and that means she doesn't have to treat me like a person," which sucks and she wishes she didn't take it as personally as she does.

"Because you know. I totally chose to die. Woke up one morning like 'I really wish I could have something traumatic happen to me' and then went out looking for it."