[She feels better, finally getting it all out, instead of having to keep it all to herself. Not as cathartic as it felt to cry on Soundwave that first time when it all really hit her, but somehow soothing like a release valve had been opened letting the pressure building up inside her out.]

Maybe...maybe you're right. I want to do something so bad. If we can fix it, we have to try. We can't just--We can't accept that's how things end, can we? It's not fair.