I mean. I was naive and self-centered. Don't get me wrong there. [ She snorts and starts listing on her four-fingered hand. ] And reckless. And...young. That kind of age where you think whatever happens, you won't die, you know? You're invincible. Nothing could possibly happen, 'cause...you're you. Nothing can stop you.

[ At some point, she stops looking at Birkin or the terrifying wood amalgam, just kind of starts to stare at her hand as if she doesn't quite comprehend it. ]