It's not your fault. Any of it. I overreacted, and I shouldn't have. You had enough going on without me making a big deal out of... [ well. Whatever inside her was screaming at her. Still is, to some degree. ]

I have one memory and -- it's bad. Really bad. I went out of control, and a lot of innocent people paid for it. So I haven't bought any more yet.

[ The one memory was enough, or should have been, to tell her that she needs to get and keep a hold on herself. And this conversation was definitely an indication that she's failing at it, which is reckless at absolute best. ]