[She just lowers her expression and can't bring herself to look. Even with his hands there overlapping her tightly clenched fingers, she still tries to push the button--but the last click sounds and she's entirely out of film. And then she mumbles at the ground swiftly, rambling, letting whatever jumbled words flow.

But still, she cannot look at him.]

I'm not... scared.... I don't care if you're mad--I'm not scared...

[Maybe if she lied, everything would lie with her.]

I don't wanna see you look like that, 'cus then people really are gone; you can be angry at me for being bad, I just don't wanna see those faces no more; everyone's going away, so it doesn't matter if they get mad either, because they're gonna forget me and leave me behind...