Nothing's wrong with my soul. [ She says suddenly, stubbornly, only to immediately afterwards appear regretful for the tone. Exhaustion and frustration have a way of shortening the patience of anyone, herself included, and she's well aware of how she sounds. He doesn't deserve it.

So she draws in a breath, fighting against the feeling of glass within her lungs to even out her voice, and calms. ]

I'm sorry. It's-- I don't know, an illness I've had since I was young. A mutant malboro attacked the village, and since then... [ A weak shrug. (Nevermind that the only other survivor of the attack didn't get this very same "illness".) ]

But you... want to help me?