[ She crumples into the couch, pulling her sunglasses up against her horns. The network of green veins in her eyes is probably no surprise, but the lack of makeup covering the dark circles under them isn't anything typical of her. ]

It...wouldn't have been right, to do otherwise. There were far more important things happening there than some identity I've cultivated that can't in any way last forever.

[ While she's on the subject: ] I'm guessing Jacob called you over the last few weeks. I should probably tell you that it didn't work.