[ Uggggh. She'd tell Anna to get out if she had the energy; instead she curls up even tighter into a pathetic ball, hoping by some miracle she'll just disappear. At least then she wouldn't be able to cause more problems for people.

After thirty seconds pass and she still hasn't been erased by some unseen power, she's forced to deal with both her own continued existence, and the fact Anna is trying to comfort her. Not entirely successfully, but her presence is the only reason Asa feels a need to do more than wallow silently in her misery for the rest of eternity — because she's pretty sure Anna will just talk forever if she tries that. ]

I don't even know why I said that.

[ Because she's not mad at Kat, she's mad at Dorothea. But she's not really mad at Dorothea, either. The only person she's mad at is the one she hates the most. The one she's always hated the most, that's ruined her life from the beginning. Too bad she has to see her in the mirror every day. ]

She's been nothing but nice this whole time. Now she's gonna hate me... and I deserve it. [ Not said to be self-pitying: she knows she really messed up. She'll be lucky if any of them don't hate her after that showing. ]