"I'm not really used to inventing leading questions about the worst part of my life," Erin admits. "...But I should maybe clarify, at least a little, that all this," she gestures to her entire body, "is the result of being owned. I was taken from my home to a place that is...different. To exist there, I had to be different too. The man who owned me is not human. Man might not even be the right description, but there's not a lot else to call a Patriarch."

She tilts her head up at the ceiling with a soft sound, from low in her throat. "...I don't want you to not talk about the things that are important to you, even if they might upset me. But I can't promise I won't upset you when I react to them. It's taken me a really long time just to accept that I'm not doing okay, that I'm not supposed to be doing okay after everything I've been through. I do not have a fuckin' grip on myself, and I'm told that I need to spend some time being like this because of all the time I spent squeezing myself until I broke. And I'm getting all of this out of the way now because after Treasure Island the only thing I'm gonna want to talk about is Muppet Treasure Island."