It doesn't matter what I think.

[ The response is automatic, accompanied by a glance up at him before looking away again, the edges of her expression tightening as she shifts again. She's losing her hold over her own emotions, bit by bit becoming more overwhelmed by them, and this is neither the time nor the place for it to happen. ]

All the people I knew and cared about are showing up here from before they knew me, before I was even born. I'm not okay with it.