With puffed-out cheeks, Hayley chewed on her tongue, shifting about on the floor to pillow her head in the crook of one arm as she looked up at Wren on the bed. "I guess," she said slowly, unsure of whether or not she could actually agree with her. Not having hope was terrible, but it kept you from being disappointed. It'd kept her safe for a while, but seeing Mr. Monarch the night of his party had reminded her why she fought so hard to avoid disappointment - it was crushing.
Her eyes widened at the mention of someone that couldn't die, a skeptical expression taking over her face. "Huh," she said thoughtfully, though she soon shook her head. "Just cause he can't die doesn't mean he can't...feel it." She looked uncomfortable suddenly, glancing away. "That's not much better."