"Ugh, you and your— philosophical shit." There's still no bite, the frustration doesn't even seem genuine, especially as she turns a little bit more into the arm around her. Hard to put up a convincing mask when you're as emotionally wrecked as she feels right now. "I want..."

(An identity. Self-worth. Friends. A life. To be loved for who she is.)

"...right now, I kinda wanna drink all that fuckin' booze I stole."