[Riley cursing and yelling just makes Celeste grit her teeth, physically trying to hold back the urge to give in and yell back. It is a close thing. She watches Riley's claws dig into her own flesh, tearing at herself like she can't seem to stop, and it slides the last piece into place more clearly than any admission of guilt. After all, Celeste herself is more than familiar with attempting to cleanse herself with her own blood.]

It does matter. Of course it fucking matters! [And out of her control, her voice is rising, raw and real to match Riley's own torment. People must be able to hear them-]

Because why the fuck do you act like you're better than any of us? Why would you deserve to pretend like you're fucking normal!?