Nothing, that's what she was.

Everything, that's what she called them, right?

Ah, forgive me for my bad memory, you would know though, you were always the one to remember these kinds of things.

I am she, does it matter? She is in the past, I is right now, but we are the same thing... So does it matter?

Me, with my sleek coat, and you with your sturdy loyalty.

Who was better off?

Who suffered more?

I had my coat to keep me warm and safe, you had your loyalty which earned you friends. I never had anyone, though you never stayed safe, you suffered.

Though you were also better off.

Neither of us had a family, that we both knew, then how, how is it that I made it out?

Why didn't you make it? What was the deciding factor in our survival? Why did time continue to flow when your heart ceased beating?

After all, you would be missed, I wouldn't.

So why?