You're sweet, and very welcome. People should look like their inner selves. It's part of their humiliation tactics, keeping us from feeling pride in our appearance.

[ She gives a small chuckle and waves a hand, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. They're supposed to smoke in designated areas, but if they're going to lock her in, they'll have to deal with it. She inhales and then breathes out smoke. ]

Sometimes it's worth taking a chance on things that seem crazy. The things you only find at the end of your rope. You never know what will work.

[ It's been decades and she still remembers ever word, every minor movement involved in the ritual, but it's not something she thinks should be shared lightly. But her advice is solid; when she was desperate and determined, she'd followed instructions in a book, even though it sounded crazy. And now she's still here, fueled by the blood of others still. ]

And indulge in what you love.