I don't know what to do. [Tears actually start flowing at this point, cutting slow tracks through the dirt and blood on her face. She shouldn't cry, she knows, but she's too tired to care anymore.]
...Tell me to fight, I'll do it. Tell me not to, I'll do that. I just-- I don't know.
Day 4
...Tell me to fight, I'll do it. Tell me not to, I'll do that. I just-- I don't know.