( she's not as outspoken about it as he is — not at all, in fact, hiding all of her self-hatred and self-depreciation beneath empty words of self-love, instead. but he knows now, just what she thinks of herself, and there's no real point in pretending otherwise.

people who like her... she doesn't think she's that influential over other people's lives, but it's not as if she means to hold anybody back, either. )

That's on them. It's fine to leave me behind. ( so she shrugs, smacking the bed with his arm idly.

you... come... now... )

Is that just a reaaaally convoluted way to say you don't want people to get too depressed to keep moving? ( she snickers, slowly figuring out the terms he uses. hope... it doesn't mean nearly as much to her as it does to him, but she's always felt his definition of the word was different in the first place. )