[SERIOUSLY, GOD DAMNIT MARISA. Arcueid watches the girl out of the corner of her eye as she speaks.]

I don't know the whole story about you, but I'm willing to bet your situations aren't as similar as you think.

Maybe some things are similar...and I'd tell you if it just didn't feel wrong. This is really a story I can't tell. If she wanted to tell it she would. I can't just go behind her back and tell people about it.

[Mostly because it's all her fault anyway.]