Dahlia had asked the people behind the screen if they were alive. If those that left really were okay. She hadn't received reply and she doubted she would...but the question still hung there in her head. Now she questioned how many had left or been forced to leave. If they weren't back to their homes then where had they gone? Most people here seemed to have others outside of the dome that cared; that would miss them. Wouldn't people ask? Dahlia knew her father wouldn't. But wouldn't Jaime's family? Jakes? It made her want to think that they had to be alive, somewhere. Wanting to think something and having it be real were different. Dahlia knew that all too well...
"Bad." Dahlia replied with a glance up. "I was told my whole life I was broken. Then here people say I'm not. But I think, by the end of all this, I might be if I wasn't already." maybe it would be a good thing. To just..let go and be broken. There was...too much amusement for the thought and Dahlia shivered.
That was the dome. That was this place. It was only going to get worse. There might be more breaks but there would be more bad too.
A half smile that was more than a little strained. "I know. I've tried many times. I keep trying. But I'm always still there in the end. The thoughts don't go away." and all it really ended up doing was draining herself physically...which she already did on too regular a basis. She could feel that exhaustion. That bone shaking weariness that made her want to just curl up for a week.
Dahlia regarded his words and internally she debated and argued with herself on what to do. Part of her knew she should go. She should go back to her cabin, clean up, throw the art away and forget about everything. But in a way that was the last thing she wanted to do too.
"I don't want to go..." she finally resigned with a soft sigh.
"I should..." a vague gesture towards his room. Now that her heart had settled and her breathing slowed she could feel the mud and vague aches and pains from her attempt to run from herself. She vaguely thought she should go back to her cabin to clean up..then she wouldn't make a mess of his place. But she was fairly certain that if she went all the way back to her cabin she wouldn't be coming back out again for awhile.
With his door shut she didn't want to just go in though. But it did dawn on her why it was closed. "I don't mind the cold." she could curl up in blankets if it was too much later.