Kellin sighed, dropping her shoulders and looking away from the counselor. Though he sounded almost..completely honest, it wasn't an option to trust him, or tell him anything about her. They could lock her up as long as they wanted to, but she wasn't letting anyone in, ever. Slowly she shook her head, looking back up at Zechariah. "I can't." The tears sprung up behind her eyes, but they weren't visible to him. She'd simply gotten too good at hiding her pain. Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in the chair and gave him a bored look. "Labeling me as a 'failed project' yet, Zech?" Her voice still hadn't gone harsh, but the eerie emptiness has returned to it. Back to the Kellin with no feelings, back to the Kellin that didn't care. That was who they wanted, right?