Too long was probably not what Marco had meant to say, but after what he had told her about hospitals and his childhood Juno couldn't find fault in his aversion to hospitals. She nodded her understanding, and observed him. He had to be having some kind of really bad wave of his 'thing'. Wave wasn't the right word, Juno knew, but she didn't know enough about it for proper terms either. Episode? Whatever it was, he was making less sense than usual.
Juno sighed, tired and sad and sorry for Marco now too. As per usual. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. "They just forced us to make the place they keep us locked up in spotless or else people we care about might die. Am I mad? I'm fucking furious. I'm furious all the time, Marco. You know when I used to say this was better than life out there, and you understood because you thought so too? Fuck that. I'm done with this place."
A deep breath escaped her after that run-on sentence, and Juno blinked in surprise at herself. "I'm just...really tired. Really done." she confessed. "I'd never feared for anyone's life but my own before. It's not the same."