It's an...adjustment.

[She looks down and away herself, lost in her thoughts.]

I don't think I ever really leave the battlefield. But I try not to let it completely take over me, to the point where I don't remember how to be anything else: a friend, a subject, a lover, a daughter.

My success is probably more mixed than I'd like to admit.

[Especially since all the people she was ever family or lover to are all gone.]