-----"Oh, it's you." The girl said to you in a dejected tone. "Why have you come here? Haven't you done enough by ignoring me, by locking me away in this empty place deep within your mind?"

-----"What? You're ready to accept me now?" She asked, nonplussed, before she managed to chuckle faintly with a heavy influence of ruefulness. "I'm afraid that you're too late. Why? Because I'm no longer the vivacious girl that you remember. You would think that I would be glad to be recognized and be expressed, but you stole my spirit for yourself and left me to shoulder your pain as you strutted around and showed the world how tough and undeniably manly you were."

-----"It's too late for apologies." She replied to you, her sad and weak-lidded stare penetrating your conscious perception of her. "You came to me because you have exhausted the spirit that you had taken from me, and now find yourself miserable, seeking out the root of your being and hoping that accepting what you had shunned would revive you. I am sad to say that it just does not work that way. You stole and used up a vital part of me, so you could fit in a world where females in the wrong body are persecuted. It is not an act of vengeance that I deny you: you simply withheld my water, placed me far from the sunlight, and denied me soil. To accept me is to accept death, because I'm ready to end my existence."

-----"You're asking me if I know a solution? I suggest that you forget about me. I can only bring you death. Begone, and send your woes someplace else. If you have any love and respect for me at all, you will allow me some peace before our time comes to die. Grant me this one boon. Please."