I get it, you know? What it's like to be somebody's property when they don't give two shits about you. And you try to convince yourself that maybe, just maybe, you can do enough to get 'em to treat you better. Like you just gotta find the right combination of things to make it all good between you two, but the goalposts keep changin'... and then you realize what you had never meant anything in the end, anyway.

So. [ her voice changes then, more upbeat after that trip into softer introspection. ] It's never gonna be shackles, okay? Not with you and me.