[Fauna listens. He's had it rough too, huh... More than her, even. Her first instinct, then, is to assume she didn't have it that bad. Dazai had it worse. She shouldn't have said anything. She should have just kept quiet-

... But if she's confessing everything... No, she needs to confess everything. If Dazai will have her in this family, then they need to know who she is. What she's done.

Everything.

She rubs at her eyes.]

I... hope you're right. I want to believe you're right. But I still get scared.

... After a while, I couldn't take it anymore. They were both hypocrites, and nothing worked the way anyone said it would work. Family was supposed to love you, but mine was like that... If you were honest, people would be your friend, but that never worked. If you tried hard, you'd get results, but that wasn't true, either...

So when I turned fourteen, I couldn't take anymore. So I ran away. Out into the streets.

... No one would help me there, either. I survived for a while by eating what other people threw away. I didn't want to steal from anyone, after all. But I couldn't keep that up... and I thought I was going to die there. On the streets, alone, starving.

[She sniffs again, trying to keep herself from crying more...]

That's when the Goddess found me.