[ She's already figuring why he can't understand. It's a little beyond her in experience, considering how shitty her life was that she started thinking this very early on.. but she knows that in theory, it should be harder for younger people to understand this. People who can't place them in the shoes of people whose lives are that way, who don't have the right experience to be able to truly get it.

Not that she would want him to be more like her, really. No one deserves that. It's fine if he can't understand - actually, that way, it's better for him. ]

So what are you going to do? [ Her words are calm. Not deadpan, not smartaleck or sarcastic like usually, at least. They're calm, and oddly empty. That's about it. ]

Save me every single time I'm about to die? That's going to be a lot of work, difficult guy.