"I don't believe in pity," Naomi said, honestly. "It's pointless and a waste of emotion. And it doesn't do anyone any good." She sat back down, this time on the edge of the bed.

"I wouldn't be so sure. I've seen some things..." She shook her head. "Well, I don't really want to talk about them. But they didn't happen to me. I guess I don't have any room to talk, though. I was thinking about telling you about something that happened to me, but... I decided not to, because I don't think you'd be able to understand."