Maybe he was right, maybe she died inside the first time she counted before she got cocked, before opening a stellar career path and a bright future for years to come.
While her actual self usually sat deep inside her fragmented mind, that look of her outer shell in the mirror, that vacant stare of something broken let it out of its shackles for a brief moment. To wonder if that was really her, to wonder if that was how she appeared in front of others around her, but the flesh hounds at home as well. She was unsure what to do next.