"My stuff is ..." Rikku shook her head. "I'm fine. Your stuff needs to be dealt with. Mine's just pain. Pain's boring. It's ..."

She shrugged. "I'm not someone to just ... hey, I know, let me tell you all about bad stuff that happened to me, and then I'll cry some, and we can both be miserable. There's no point to it. And it makes you think you're Them again, and ... it's over. It happened. It was a long time ago. It's in the past. The end."

Nice and easy that way.

"It's not fair of me, to do that. To get weird like that. I'll stop. I'm trying, anyway."