[ Vriska just ... lets this happen. Lets Jinah fuss over her and help her get dry. It's nostalgic in a way that tugs at the empty spaces in her chest. ]

You don't get it. I need to be fine. I should be fine. I'm going to execute Battler tomorrow, and I should be fine with that. I should be fine with all these people dying. What does it matter to me? I'm weak, Jinah. I'm weak and pathetic as hell. Maybe I need to just accept that. Embrace my new identity as a soft, spineless loser!