-rolls eyes- You don’t make sense.

You don’t even know what you’re talking about. -turns the flower some more- I know you’re afraid of me. I don’t understand why, but I know it. It’s like a hum in the back of my mind, lemons in my mouth, bitter and horrible. How can you even think I’m special when you’re so afraid of me?

-sarcastically- Oh, sure. Why, I’m just overflowing with talents. -shakes her head- This is all I have. I do a lot of things well enough to get by; dance, sing, write, math, science. But I’m just not a special person.

She turns the flower in her fingers. “It’s all I’m good for. Listening to people. Trying to help them.”