[ Sharon understands far too well what Wrench is going through. It's so much easier to handle everything alone. Though, for her, it was mostly out of necessity. She couldn't get close to people for so long and it's not like she could lean on her dad—he had too much on his shoulders to begin with. Even here, she'd rather suffer in silence than add her weight onto someone else.

Is it hypocritical of her to want someone to lean on her when they clearly need it? Probably. Definitely. But she's never had much of a problem being a hypocrite.

She clenches her jaw as his voice shifts and narrows her gaze up at him. ]

Don't think shit like that. [ There's some bite to those words as she pushes herself up to her feet, rising to stand in front of him. Her expression is firm but still full of a genuine, unignorable concern, lips and brows pinching together tightly. She's in his way. ] If it didn't matter—if you didn't matter—I wouldn't be here right now.

[ There's no ignoring the way his mask is glitching out and... she's never seen his mask do anything quite like this before. ] Do you want to fall into corruption? Turn into a fucking monster? Die? Because isolating yourself, holding everything you're going through in, is how you accomplish those things.

[ Yes. She is a massive fucking hypocrite and she's totally all right with that. ]