"Mathea is worried about you," Inric tries again. "Eugh!" Ylva scowls ferociously. "I hate growing up. I want to be angry at my mum. I am angry! She lied to me for so long!" She squeezes her eyes tight shut, then continues more quietly. "But I heard what she said to... to him. I can see why... How it happened. And so I can't just be angry!" She glares at Inric, who knows when to keep quiet. "It's not fair!"