"I don't think they're not strong enough, I think they shouldn't have to go through that. Not with it practically guaranteed. That's-- not something I want to force on anyone." She wasn't sure the guilt would ever get easier. And that wasn't fair to anyone in particular. Certainly not to her. But it was easier, depriving herself.
She was pregnant. Merlin. Resisting the urge to run her hand down her face, Daph instead took her glass to take several long swigs.
"I thought I was doing that. Indulging and finding shit that made me feel. Made me happy--" A beat. Irritation played out on her features as she scowled, turning to look at him. "You know, I should be pissed with you for making me--" Ugh. Ugh. "I didn't have this problem before. It was easy enough to ignore the hollow--" Ugh. "I don't... know how to talk about this."