"I won't pry," she said scuffing her foot on the ground, "I'm a lot of things–prideful, snob–but I'm not a hypocrite." She visibly hesitated then, "I...I'm not good with this. With people." Saying that she wasn't good at something was obviously a challenge and hard to force the words out of her mouth, "I don't really know what to do. I grew up...I grew up being taught to never care for people. That I was weak if I were. So...this idea of opening up. It terrifies me. The idea of loving, caring, terrifies me and it feels like I am failing him, my dad. I don't know why I'm saying this...but...I don't mind if you do ask that is, cause I get it, but..." she trailed off with a shrug.