{{OOC- Sorry about my overzealous italics! Somehow, I did not notice! :(}}
"I understand," Cathy told her quietly, wrapping her arms around the younger girl's shoulders and pulling her closer in an attempt to rock her a bit, almost motherly. She couldn't imagine being all of eighteen or nineteen and forced to confront this place and all of its horrors. Losing her best friend could only have made it that much more jarring. "Believe me, sweetheart, you aren't being punished for anything. The Higher Powers just have horrible, sick, twisted senses of humor."
She was trying to be consoling, but some opinions just had to be aired.