[ Alone. Alone. It beats in her chest like a broken record, scratches and catches on the dial. Alone, in her big empty house on her eighth birthday. Alone, in the small, clinical room in the juvenile correction center.

Alone, at the bottom of a dump, dead and tied up.

Riley's life is a serious of regrets that have lead her to that. Alone. She hates to be alone. Hates to make others feel alone, once she realized how much it hurt her. ]

I...guess you're right. I just... [ She glances away, back up. Picks at loose feathers on the backs of her hands. ] I know...it doesn't mean none of it ever happened. I know it—

[ She shrugs one shoulder, her wing brushing against the ground. ]

...I just wanted to tell you. That, if I could change it? I would. For me, and the others...and you too.