[ she can't ever put voice to the words that spring most readily to her brain: i'm the opposite i'm the worst i don't know how to fix myself. so she instead takes a nice deep breath and crosses her arms over her chest.

it's easier to live up to anya's accusations than to refute them with her own pitiful reality. ] I'm not saying I'm better, Anya. I'm just saying I've been here longer. I have more of a...feel for the place. Savvy?

[ hello, borrowed word. ]