Ah, it's a bit late to ask something like that of me.

[The frown on her face isn't terribly sad, thought it could probably be considered wistful. She's thinking of days long past, they almost feel like they happened a lifetime ago or to someone else because in a weird way, they kind of did.]

I've dedicated most of my life to helping others, so it's rather difficult to put myself before or on the same level as those who are suffering.

[That's...not entirely true given the stuff that doesn't feel like a lifetime ago. But it's also not entirely untrue either. She's complicated! But in a screwed up way, she's still helping others and helping herself by kind of...not being as much of herself as she could be.]