"I know you're here with me. That's something." He's here for a reason, probably. Vanya never considered herself a bad person, but she must be to be here. Maybe they were all just like her, people who tried to be good but turned out bad. But either way, he was here, helping her hands, and that's something. "My name is Vanya." Number Seven.

She shrugs. She felt so much about her family when smashing those mirrors, and now there's nothing inside. It's just a wide void of grief too great to give words.

"I hurt my sister. I killed someone who helped take care of us. I destroyed our childhood home. Maybe I should have seen it coming."

She doesn't move to elaborate. Does it matter that she didn't mean to hurt Allison, that she was only trying to defend herself? Does it matter that she destroyed the home because they trapped her in a soundproofed cell? Does it matter that she murdered Pogo because he passively helped her father destroy her life and cripple her mind? It matters to her, but apparently it doesn't matter in the grand scheme of things because she's still in hell.