"It's not that easy, Quentin. You can't just fix this -- you can't just fix me."

And that's what it still feels like sometimes, like he wants her to be the girls she was before, the one he fell in love with. But she doesn't know how to be that girl anymore, not after being a niffin. Not after knowing everything and feeling so little for what felt like so long. Sometimes she feels like she doesn't even know how to be human at all anymore.

Her pieces don't fit together the way they should.

And if she can't be okay with that, how can she expect anybody else to be?