[Mary's expression slowly falls into something unreadable. It seems like she might not answer, but then she decides that she doesn't need to keep the truth from him. He already knows what she is. He's one of the only people she's told.]

They found out my secret, about me not being human. They got scared and pushed me down and ran away, so I chased after them. I chased them with a knife because I was angry and hurt and scared.

[She looks more sad the more she speaks, pulling her psych out of her pocket. The palette knife is as shiny as ever.]

This knife.

[Mary looks at it, eyes shining with latent tears.]

I didn't want them to leave me behind; I was alone for a really long time. I should have just used my words, because friends talk to each other when they're upset...that's what my book about making friends says. I guess I wasn't actually a very good friend at all.