The cadence to Erin's words do a lot to settle her, and for a moment she wants to find a quiet corner and pray a rosary for a while, or something- to lean on those words that kept her ancestors afloat through crop blight and noises in the dark. They're pretty words. Darcy still feels adrift and alone but they're pretty and she holds them on her tongue, mouthing a couple after Erin has finished speaking.

"The... thing that happened. I still can't tell you any details. But the person who I trusted the most... he did something wrong in the past and he hurt me to cover it up. And when I asked what he was going to do, he had plenty of ideas on how to fix what he'd done in the past and... nothing for me. I don't know if he just assumed I'd be mad forever or fine or anything, he didn't tell me shit, but... I think I'm just always going to want things I can't get. I can't make people care about me, but I still want them to."