She took several moments to come to the door after trying to calm herself. She peeked one eye out and leveled the dark orb at him, lashes spiky and wet at this point and her face a little blotchy. "I didn't mean to worry you. And... I didn't know whether I was just tired or starting to grow ill, so I kept it to myself. I didn't want to be a bother. I didn't want to make myself a problem. I was always doing so-homething wrong even when I was trying not to-hoo. I do'hon't want to be a burden. I do-hon't want to make anyone mad. I do'hon't want to make a mess anymore." And then she broke down again, clearly hurt and worried and just overwhelmed. It all seemed to have just come back to her in full, making her feel like she had made so many mistakes, so many bad things. But to be honest, how could she not when she had been a product of something bad without her even being aware.