I wouldn't have been fine on my own. I've never been fine like that.

Whenever I go out and do something by myself, or I try to pretend that I can handle something... I mess it up. Someone always has to bail me out, or rescue me, and it always leaves me wondering why I bother with it.

[ Her mind drifts to that dungeon. Multiple people surrounding her, and the one thing she contributed wound up with most of them ceasing their progress to clean up her mess. To make sure she didn't die. ]

But... regardless, I do it anyway. I just think it's easier for others if I do it myself. Knowing that my friends would be upset at me, knowing that it's stupid and selfish, it's just... easier to accept something bad happening to me instead of them. It'd be retribution for every stupid mistake I've made, every person that I've hurt, for making a wish in the first place.

I'm cruel and suffocating. Despite how anyone might see me... I'm not a good person. I don't think I ever have been.