She frowns at that, lifting her chin a fraction in defiance. "It's not denial. I know what I remember."

Maybe she’s just being stubborn, but she doesn’t like being told what she’s doing or having her feelings explained to her. She can’t deny that in the past she’s been prone to suppression, but she’d like to think she's started to move past that.

Besides, if there’s one thing her recent experiences have taught her, it’s that it’s not necessarily bad to question the circumstances she finds herself in.

"Do you honestly believe that this place is exactly what it says it is? That the demons are being totally honest with us?"