Antigone closed her eyes for a moment, rubbed her forehead hard with the back of her hand, and slowly sat back down on the floor. Despite the fact that they were in a tiny box hanging between floors, it was as solid as she was going to get. There was a metaphor in their, somewhere, though Antigone didn't think she was going to write that article anymore. "Not me," she said eventually. "A friend. I just. I know what she's going through. Watching it happen to someone else is... Hard."