[ Stares into her glass, Grell searches her old memories for answers. Despite her permanently pressed brows, the redhead never came across as melancholy before, but now, there's the briefest wash of sadness over her features.

She heaves a sigh. ]

I've given up trying to make sense of it. Life - and thereafter, I suppose-- it's unreasonably cruel, and if you're to survive it, you have to be meaner.