She also thinks she’s without a heart. Everything’s kind of hazy and she can’t remember the last time she felt its steady beating throughout her chest, the last time she felt her body pulse and hum because she’s alive and feeling great. Right now, she’s withered and dry, and the skin on her palms are crackling from lack of moisture, and it’s so unpleasant it almost hurts. Seeing as she’s without a heart now, she thinks that maybe it’s supposed to hurt, isn’t it? Then again, maybe not, because she’s been feeling that empty space for a good while now and she’s so sure she’s used to it.