[Maria snorts.] Nah, maybe you're right. Most of the good people I knew died even before I did anyway...

It wasn't that impressive. I just ran away to the shithole slums.

[She crosses her arms, frowning in thought. She did get to meet all her friends there, but... Well, they did also all die throughout the years. In worse and worse ways. Ugh. And even thinking about some of them's still more than she wants to do.]

But when you're in there and thinking of leaving, it doesn't really matter where you go, huh?

[Yeah, she definitely thinks she gets it.]