[ Grell even looks a little saddened by that, as he says it. ]

I understand. [ Shoulders slumping, her eyes wander up to the expanse of the dining hall's ceiling. ] It's different with Ann and I. We feel like-- mirrored images, in a way. I don't know if soul mates is the proper word. Her heart belongs to someone else, though, and I don't know if that will ever change. I don't think she'll ever truly love me.