( She is trying to gear up to continue the path of Relentless Optimism™, but slowly deflates with Adelaide's words. There's silence for a couple of moments. )

It's not... the best. ( Trying to sound not-hurt at this point is probably ridiculous, and yet she is staying the course. ) I just-- I'm so tired of being told what I am. Or being told that I have to choose what to be. I try to be honest about it but, um. Sometimes it seems pointless.