As they walk out of the room, she smiles over her shoulder.

"I'm not sure. Still, even if you never touch me, I'd... I'd like if we talked. I have too few people to talk to."

In fact, Sorrow has no friends. She lives in her room, reading her books or painting her pictures. Her only interaction is with her family, when they come by.

It's not a sad life.

It's her life, and she's content with it.