[Martin's head droops, and one of his hands drags off the table and into his hair, curling into a fistful of bangs as she presses on.]

You can't tell because...you aren't from there...and I don't...want! To talk about it-! Please? I don't even want to be what I am, but it's...I can't change it, even if I pretend to. I don't want to talk about it, please.