[She's a bit caught up in her own head at the moment, but the movement of his hands into his pockets draws her attention away from the doll for a second. She catches sight of the way his eye sockets shift and looks away, a little sheepish as she lets the doll rest in the palm of her hand again. It's not that it all doesn't bother her anymore, but— sometimes she still forgets that other people worry a lot more about her pain than she does.]

Well, they said to burn the stuff that haunts you, right? Enemies or stuff you're scared of. And when I tried to think of what haunts me...

[She looks at the pitch black stuffing and picks out a stray 0 from the confetti she conjured up to represent binary code. A flick of her finger sends it fluttering to the ground.]

...it's not monsters or the Hunger or anything. It's all this stuff.