She'd answer anything he asked her, even if her answers wouldn't change the situation. "I'll keep surviving." She wasn't sure if that was a lie or not. "At least, I'm not going to stop trying. Cracks... they can be fixed and wounds can be healed." That much she did believe, even if she feared what it'd be like to shatter. Someone had already tried to make her shatter and they had nearly succeeded. That was why that room in her head had been constructed in the first place.

"You can ask but I don't know why. It's just a feeling, something you make me feel." Matt was himself. "Maybe, because I saw you when you didn't want me too. I hurt you. I guess that's pretty messed up but it was easy to trust you after that." Airy lifted her shoulders in a shrug.

"The first time I was in your room, you could have let me bleed out, but you didn't. After that, we spoke again. I was happy. I guess that's kinda messed up."

Airy didn't know what was wrong with her.

"What-" She bit her lower lip as she met Matt's gaze. "What do you dream about Matt? Things that you don't want but you like wishing you could have them? What can't you have?" Airy will give him what she can, even if sometimes that was very little.