[Presumably followed by: "Well of course there's a catch: the only thing I've had keeping me going the past few years is a vague hope that if I defend myself and avoid getting into trouble, I'll see my dad or my best friend again and get a happy future. Now my friend is my daughter, my dad probably isn't real, any other new reasons to fight could be an AI in disguise, the world could end, and the only thing I can recognize as a motive to keep going forward is looking for someone even worse off than me."

Normal healthy girls.]

You're tiny, you skitter around in a panic, and you're about as fragile as one. I feel like I'll accidentally break a bone if I push you too hard.