[ she almost says "nothing" but then she doesn't. there's a moment of silence as she just... deliberates.

and then she's on a tangent. ]

Do you ever decide that there is one thing you want to do? But then everyone and their butler tell you that, no, you're terrible at it and you need to quit and go away forever? But you're like, "No way! You're not the boss of me!" and keep doing it but then you mess up sometimes, and those mess ups range from "eh, that's not that bad" to "whoops I'm dead," and then when you finally figure things out and people start to respect you, you end up in a murder castle and just screw up all over again?

[ she... started wheezing towards the end there, because that is too many words said in such rapid succession while she is in a lot of pain. ]