[Justine's gaze softens and saddens, her eyes dropping to the ground at their feet.]

I know what that feels like. I wish I was stronger, that I could be-... that i could be strong. I'm not. I am weak and I am pretty. That is all there is too it.

I can be used but people... those I care about deserve someone who is better than what I am. More in ways that I am not. [She keeps her hand in his, her thumb stroking gently against the back of his hand as she curls her legs to her chest. Her robe shifts, revealing a long slender leg.]

I wish I could offer you more Rich. I wish I could take your pain away.

I wish I wasn't broken like I am.