“I — I don’t know how to explain it. Just … being here. Everything. Memories. Edward, and Winter, and father, and just — everything.” Her shoulders slumped, voice carrying a weight of frustration and sadness. “I left to get away from this. Partly, anyway. To find out who I was, and I come back and everything I gained is lost.”
He shakes his head, “it isn’t lost, you just got reminded of things and now need to think.”
“Things I don’t need to remember, things I don’t want to remember! Things like,” she stumbled on the words, “like how little I am liked here. How I am not wanted. Not — there’s nothing /here/ for me. And if there’s nothing here, how can there be anything anywhere else?” Summer pushed the door to the armory open and stepped inside, bracing her hands on the table with her head low.