Ugh. She hates how he always manages to see right through her. It makes her feel hideously exposed. At the same time, it's what she wants. She wants someone to see through her misanthropy and hatred and misery and rescue her. She wants someone else to reach out to her and he's doing just that. Even if every little voice in her head is telling her she's a miserable failure for wanting that. Her shoulders hunch and her gaze slides away. Her voice comes out small and it's meant only for him.

"...they killed me."