"Right," Abby says, shaking her head like it's the most obvious thing, like she should have realised that she mattered most all along. Again, it speaks for the kind of people that she's drawn to, or was drawn to, that it's them she wants to protect and not herself. It's funny how she can think she's doing so much better, but then remnants of the old her, of the sadder her, come flooding back, and she wonders if she's changed at all. "You're right. Obviously. That makes sense. So, um, eyes. If I can reach them. Got it."