“…I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare anyone…” (She holds the mask in her hands, fingers shaking, her long hair falling down around her face) “I hide behind this because it’s easier to be someone cold… someone strong. When I wear it, I don’t have to feel how tired I am… how lonely I’ve been.” (Her eyes look up, glossy with tears) “But right now… I just want to be me.” “I’m not a monster. I’m not a weapon.” “I’m just a girl who was forced to fight… and who still wants to be seen as human.” (A small, sad smile) “…Please… don’t look at me with fear. Just… look at me.”