...why everyone seems so vague.

A silly situation, the sort of story she never wanted to be told. She didn't want her flaws, her falters, her failures put on the front page, easily read by the world.

She kept telling herself that the weight of the world wasn't her problem, wasn't something for her to worry about, but as she watched the lives being lived out around her? She couldn't help but wonder if she'd lost something in the translation of that story -

You know, the sad story she'd never wanted told to begin with.

So she stood silently aside, dispassionate gaze on the pathetic little wretches that ran and bleated around her.

It wasn't that she hated them - not really.

It was that she just didn't understand them.