[ Small pieces, sure, she can do that. She goes off to wash her hands in one of the windowsill basins before coming back and working at it with a small knife. ]

All gone. [ Still the same flat tone as ever. ] Even if they'd develop some sort of medication for that, it'd be for the Citizens. I'm not eligible yet.

[ Only about five hundred thousand years left to go. ]

... I'm not sure if it would even be good to remember it, anyway. I don't know what it is anymore.

[ It'd better not be something that gets in the way of her work. ]