there was a war going on in her head. happy or sad, pained or faked ignorance. sure, there was an easy way out but she was still stuck in her head, in her war. it would work itself out, they always did, and now that she was whole again, they would themselves the right way. not like when she was broken, hurt, empty. but now, she just wanted silence. silence from the war. all would end, just smile and breathe.