Mary looks up at Riku. She looks at him like she's trying to find something hidden there in the dark, shaded corners of his expression. She's quiet for what feels like a long time, her eyes seeming at one point to go hollow and far away. Eventually, she seems to decide how to answer his questions. "I don't know."

She looks down at her little hands as she sets them on top of her knees. "They were happy to be the way things were. The dark didn't make them feel badly. I'm the only one who wanted differently. I wanted to go outside and see the sun. I just wanted, and they didn't. They always told me that I need to stop wanting things, and that I'd be happier if I just played with them every day, forever and ever. But because I would think about father, and where he was, and how I could see him, and how I could see the whole world, I felt lonely even if they were there to keep me company."

How can you not feel alone? Always craving what you don't have, with nobody to understand. Always feeling separate, and not knowing why.

"I think I'm broken."