As Faith kept telling her how brave and strong she was, Heather could really only think about how weak and cowardly she'd been after the fact. She flicked her gaze down to her arms, which were scarred from cutting.
"Maybe," was all Heather said about it.
She smiled softly at Faith's next words, though, shaking her head. "Thanks, but it's okay. I don't know if you ever talked to someone named Harry Mason, but that's my dad. He's here. According to him, when I left to go to the mall that one day, I never came back and he went looking for me. In my...I don't know, timeline or whatever, he was killed. It's really weird, I don't even know what's going on. But this place can do some pretty crazy things, too." A shrug. "It's just odd to see him here, alive, when the last time I saw him, he was torn apart. Odd in a good way, of course."