...

[She stands up.]

This room was never about change. It's like you said, it can't be. But it needed to be acknowledge, because it's part of who I am.

[She reaches forward, and her hand is cold as death, but the touch is gentle, raising her chin to have her look up. And the smile is sad, forlorn, but it is genuine.]

When I'm awake again, and preferably when I'm done reeling from this, tell me. I'll listen. I'll see.