[Lisa lets herself be dragged by the younger girl, mind still swirling. Having someone worried enough about her to drag her off helps, and while it's not even close enough to calm her down, it's enough to stabilize her a bit. She slides into a chair and... slooooowly rests her arms on the desk, slouching and sliding forward. It's an undignified position for a young woman who isn't entirely sure she has dignity to lose at the moment. Dully, she glances at Illya.]

It's... it kind of. Changed how I react to people. I... h-how do I explain...? There was so much shit, I don't know w-where to start... do I need to...? W-well. Um. I... when I was a little younger th-than you are now, I had a lot of friends! I was... having a fun middle school life. Every day was exciting. It's when I learned to play the bass, and we were going to start a band.

And then. [Her eyes turn glassy as she stares forward at the blackboard.] And then all of a s-sudden, something happened, and... I didn't, and it wasn't, and we weren't. Everyone left me alone. And I c-couldn't... tell anyone. Nobody knew. Nobody... knows. Nobody cared.

[Lisa can't bring herself to finish that nobody cares, because... someone, somewhere has to. She has to believe that, if only in the depths of her soul. If nobody cares what she's become, what she went through, does it even matter? Does she even matter? Some part of her recognizes it's dramatic, and Illya is more compassionate than that, but... there are too many chinks in her armor for that.]