[ She crosses her arms in front of her chest, and tucks them in sort of protectively; she feels ashamed, now, a little sick. She hadn't realized how much this would upset him. How much he'd care. And she knew Rex cared about her, and she cares about him, but-

But she's bad at having friends. She's never had many, and she's rarely let them be close to her. It's still a weird feeling. And she still feels the need to defend herself, even though part of her knows this isn't an argument. ]

Look, I'm used to the entire fucking world knowing! I figured it must have come up with the other gods at some point, that it'd go around, or...

[ Or what? That she wouldn't have to think about it? That she wouldn't have to blame herself for not being able to find a way out, so distracted by all the other shit happening in this goddamn world? ]

It wasn't on purpose, okay? There's so much shit happening here, for all we know the fucking apocalypse is going to happen before I have to deal with this! We've got enough we have to take care of.

[ But that's just an excuse. She knows it is. And her voice is starting to waver, slightly, her grief becoming clear- she bites on the inside of her lip, not looking at him, trying to muffle it. ]