[ Her face falls. Yes, she knows. And she knows why, and it doesn't help. And she wishes she weren't messed the fuck up but she doesn't know how to be. Another trail of lightning dances briefly along her cheek, but other than a faint flinch, she ignores it. ]

I panicked.

[ It sounds almost like a whine. It's an excuse. That's what Daddy would say. She should have been perfect, she should have done everything better. He would be so disappointed if he were here to see this, but at the same time she wishes he were just so he could tell her what she did wrong and what she needs to do next. ]

Just shut up, okay? You don't know anything about me. And I'm not going to risk shorting out my console just because you want to be an asshole.