"I did a lot of not nice things," Rachel nodded, both echoing his words and telling the truth about herself. "I don't even know why I do things sometimes. Like I'd hide stuff important to my dad and made him think he'd lost it, and he'd really start freaking, and then he'd find it somewhere really obvious but stupid and he'd think that he was losing his memory. I don't even know. That's horrible. I know that's horrible. But sometimes it would stop me cutting, you know?"