[ Noelle doesn't know how to answer Krouse's question. Her lower half responds instead, letting out a hot, gurgling roar, the cry of a wounded animal. Noelle doesn't get to be quiet when she's angry anymore, just like she doesn't get to be small, or normal, or any of the other things she thought were prerequisites for people being able to like her.

But even in the face of her anger, Krouse doesn't flinch. He makes his own little fist, and it's like they match. Like they're a team. ]

The people who can fix things - they're always like this.

[ The robot has stopped moving. It waits for instructions. ]

Coil was involved with the people who made our powers. He knew them. And he didn't fix me, because he needed me to be a bomb and you to be his servant. And they didn't fix me because they didn't fucking care.

[ She can't crush the robot in her claws. As angry as Noelle is, she doesn't want Krouse to bear more consequences of her destruction. So she digs into the dirt, and hopes the gouges she leaves in their stupid, pristine city are never filled in. ]

Used to think the anger wasn't me. That it was the thing growing in me. But I don't know if there's even a difference now.

[ The old Noelle's long gone. You have her memories, nothing more. She's not Noelle anymore. ]

I think I just hate them.