Doesn't sound like she's got any more choice than us, is all. I think if you shut someone up in a room and tell them the only options are wiping a slate clean for another shot or losing everything, permanently, it seems...unfair to hold them to a different standard. Everyone's stuck, and I think the weird things she gets up to are things she does for a reason.

['Withholding information' seems to her an almost hysterically unimportant, nagging complaint. It wastes the fresh perspective of another run. She shrugs, almost too contemplative to be idle.] Being isolated does things to a person.

But this place is...working toward some kind of goal, with a hard ending if we don't manage. Places that you're meant to pay are the opposite. They pin you in one spot, pick one consistent thing, and just keep needling, forever. [Voice of experience.] Bad place, but not hellish.