Then why'd you bring it up? [Maybe he can envision her surly, somewhat immature expression -- too childish for the grown woman she is but fitting of the child who never received love that she also is.

But she's just a capybara, so her expression remains impassive.

Maybe it's that she knows now that no one would step in to protect her, might have even reveled at her death, her life as easy to discard as paper - a sentiment the narration must be clear is fully her thoughts and hers alone, driving by her lonely, wounded heart.]

I've never had friends. I wasn't allowed around others all that often, and when I was I didn't want to be there.