"That's not what I said, Saturday," Adora's still crying, but she scrubs at her face. The crying... helps a little. It vents frustration and sadness but it also leaves her feeling exhausted and drained. This conversation doesn't help at all, honestly.

"I didn't say I should be dead because of this-" She waves her hand, as if to encompass the situation, "I don't even hate myself!"

Not consciously, anyway.

"The point I'm making - that I've always been making - is that I have a responsibility to do everything I can. That's it."