[That... holy fuck, there is now a deep anger slowly welling up within Nari. All that pain and suffering just for being different? She's know that all too well, but Clarith had it so much worse off. So, so much worse. At least Nari could go home and escape from the pain...

She lets Clarith keep telling her story. If her stuffed friend was real, she's sure she would have crushed it to death.]

.... You don't have to worry about those things here. No one here would ever hurt you for how you look or what has happened to you. I know it won't be easy, believe me, until today I didn't know I had a single friend in the world or universe... but everyone here wants you safe. Everything that's happened is just a piece of you that you can either hold on to and let control you, or let it become part of your past. Okay?