Daisy snorts. "Not really. Sure I can find loopholes. Act more... me." Whoever that is. "But I'm still this. Thinking of myself as a monster— that's not even me ragging on myself. It's just fact. Denying it doesn't help me find any peace with it. Does the opposite, really. Watching Jon, the way he brooded over it all... it didn't do him any good. Agonizing over what he couldn't change. Just... made him worse. When I stopped denying it, accepted what I was and what I had to do back home... that was the closest to peace I'd ever been."

Maybe it's dark to say, when that peace was born of the conviction to let herself die, but... it's still true. Fighting that she was a monster has never been what's helped.

"So, yeah. I'm a monster. That's whatever. Hard part is being the kind of monster I can live with being. But I'm closer than I was. I think."

As she says this, the phantom of Calvin... disappears. Daisy blinks, brow furrowing, and murmurs a 'huh', before she says, aloud, "...finally."