She began crying, unable to hold it in again any longer. "I don't think I can survive with this knowledge, Baski. I don't think I want to survive... My own skin feels like dirt..." She shook her head miserably.

　　Baski pulled down her underthings, and moved to sit beside her head. She lifted her head and Danika went willingly. Baski hugged her head to her chest, patting her soothingly.

　　"You can never be dirt, Danika. Don't ever say something like that again. Tell me... Do you feel like y-your body was...used?"

　　Danika shook her head slowly, "I don't feel...invaded, and that's the most scary part of it. I don't feel...