Alice moved to step past him, pausing to look to her side at him. She wasn't sure what to make of him still, and she wasn't sure what to make of herself. She felt defective, much like she had back during training. She should've warned him and sort of mentally chastised herself for failing to do so. Her eyes were usually so far away...
"Sc- Master, it isn't anything you did wrong," she said, looking sad for a split second before her blue eyes became clouded again. "It's me. I get mixed up, and the way I think is kind of like... like an abstract painting, and all my words just come out wrong sometimes. But I find ways to be happy, and if I can't, I just find ways to be. This is always how I've been. I don't know what I want. I sometimes don't want to know what I want."