I... like making sure everyone is okay. I mean, I try to when I can. Or cook a lot more food so that the people who don't cook are okay. I just kinda lost track of things for a while. First because of schoolwork and then because... I wasn't me.

*Dolores was the gift that kept on giving for Lola. Every time she considered a part of Dolores, what she'd done or how she thought... it just made her feel worse. Lola spent a few moments just focusing on the grill and her burger.*

I'd complain about your language, but that's what it was.

Have you ever seen what you could have been and decided you never want to see that ever again?