Kid glanced at the child next to him. Back then, she might have either shrugged him off, or throw him over her shoulder and give him a black eye. Even the liquor had told her to do so, hoping for some of the old killer instinct to reform. Though that thought was a mere a second, she gently pushed the drink aside with her good arm. She had enough for the time being, and she hated drinking in front of others, allowing them to judge her so poorly. And if anyone in this household could understand even a fraction of her pain, Denzel could.

But that was it. He only knew a little. And at that, misery poured down into her once more.

“Sorry about the mess after the whole Xion stint,” she muttered, her throat slightly dry. “And all the other bullshit that’s been going on lately. All me fault, eh? Go on. Say it. Say how much of a fucking failure I am!” She sniffled, wiping away the tear that came from thinking of Serge. "In reality mate, that's all that I am, huh?"