And the flowers were so beautiful...
Thanks for the warning.
I don't care anymore. You can have me.
But I want you to know{lit.: but even in my pointless/stupid life // a purpose to running away or crying from being scared // stuff like that really did exist. // can you understand that?/will you consider that?}{my understanding is that she's basically trying to explain that even what he views as prey has feelings and thoughts}
still can feel terror, and cry, and flee.
Yes, I'm fine!
Nothing you could do would bother me one bit!
Freaking morons.
Huh?
Thanks, but I don't need your help.
