[ she stoops down, brushing her fingers against the dead plants. poor dears. ] Is it weird... that knowing this is what I feel like... makes me feel better?

[ it's nothing, just some crinkly dead leaves and stale air, but it's a tangible, physical presence of vi's depression. it's nothing, but it's like a picture of her emotions and seeing it makes it easier to reconcile in her mind.

and there, in the back, what she's supposed to feel. ] I'm guessing we can't just stroll on over to it, can we?