You're right, we're not the same. If we were, I couldn't live with you because I can't imagine what it's like to live with someone like me.

[She looks down at the ground briefly.]

What you said in there is a whole different story, but I don't care about it. I don't know what your home is like to make you do those things. But you don't know what my home was like that makes me the way I am.

Yet you stayed.

[It's the most she's ever said in one go about anything. She can feel her ears get hot and turn red with embarrassment.]