It feels like giving up. Admitting that I need to cope.

[Her own stubbornness can work against her sometimes. It twists her brain into knots, where she sees some kind of surrender.]

Admitting that this place might actually be worse than Zelien. And that I'm in over my head.

[A thoughtful pause. She looks up at him, lizard-like and unblinking for a moment or two.]

Is it? Worse than Zelien? You still haven't told me about what happened there, after I blacked out.