You don't get it... Even before all this, I could never be a good girl! Evil, good, it doesn't- I could never- ever become a person who others would look at!

[The more he pushes, the more she fights back.]

I was always greedy. I was always stuck-up. I look at your kindness and see someone who'll be hurt or someone who's offering me false platitudes. I could never connect with others. I could never find something to light a spark in me- not until her. [Her voice trembles.] But I'm not- I don't deserve...anything like perfection-- I'd be happier to not be me at all!

[Why did so many of them claim to like her? They must... It has to be a lie, she's convincing herself. Why would anyone like her as she is?]