Lydia huffs a soft laugh laced with incredulity. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't share because it sounds too crazy. But how much crazier can anything sound, really, in this place?

"I was bitten by a werewolf," she says honestly. "...and I'm immune." She pauses and huffs another soft, humorless laugh, shaking her head. "Immune, like it didn't change me. Inaccurate would be putting it lightly. I'm not a werewolf...but I feel like that would be so much easier to be than what I am now."

She lays back and stares up at the bunk above her. "I think the most fucked up part is that since I've been here, it's been so...quiet. In my head. ...I can't hear them anymore and..." She sniffs once and clears her throat, a sad smile on her face and tears that she's relieved to know he can't see swimming in her eyes. "It's better. All things considered, it probably makes me awful for feeling that way but it's so quiet...it's so, so quiet. I missed the silence. I don't have a lot here to be thankful for and I don't think any of us do, but...that?" She takes a deep breath and sighs. "I'm thankful for that."