[ Roxy is beginning to think that "normal" is just a myth, because she's yet to meet anyone who fits the description, and she's been to a couple different universes. It's not difficult to put two and two together to know where he's going with all of this. Neon pink eyes glassy from emotion, searching his for something-- anything-- that might tell her this is all a joke. This is just too much. ]

You're right, this upsets me, because "worthless trash" and "uninteresting" ain't words I'd choose to describe you. [ She huffs, feeling insulted on his behalf, because she knows better. ] Not now and definitely not then. No offense, but your world sounds like bullshit. Talent doesn't determine self-worth, it doesn't determine whether or not people will like you, and it sure as shit doesn't determine whether or not you should be proud of yourself.

[ She turns his hand over in her lap and traces her fingers along the lines of his palm. ]

A world like that is too cruel... why would you want to go back to that?