[It feels like ages that she's huddled against Lydia like a child, half slumped on the floor, in pieces held together only by her arms. She's scared without reason now, terrified and cut to pieces by her own guilt, but she has to face it. She has to explain.

She feels like it's going to kill her, but she has to try.

Allison is still weeping when she lifts her head and draws away, but the tears are more normal now, sniffling and voice quavering as she tries to look Lydia in the eye.]

Nothing I said when I was like that...Lydia, I didn't mean any of it, I was...I bit Isaac a-and I yelled at you and I killed someone and I thought it was right...you shouldn't believe me, you shouldn't forgive me but you have to know it was--I was insane, I thought I was helping. It wasn't Jerry, and it wasn't me, and it was just...it was awful--