Another silence descended as Meg looked down, thinking on his words. "...I don't like it," she finally said quietly, hugging herself. "Moving into these houses. I always feel like an intruder." She lifted her gaze to look around at the bare walls, looking through them and far away. "At some point, someone must've lived here, made memories...been happy. It feels weird to disturb it. I don't deserve to take that happiness."

She finally realized she was sharing more than she intended and darted a nervous glance Jecht's way to gauge his reaction.