[ She wishes she could help by doing something more concrete— she wishes she could be like one of those heroes they used to pretend to be when they were little, fighting all the injustice in the world so everybody could find happiness. But she'll take even little things now, she'll take being a little happier, hugging Terry a little tighter, hoping this little bit will help. ]

Everybody's different. It's almost impossible to be universally liked since everybody is different. I still stand by what I said months ago: just be yourself, and there'll be people who like you. It's impossible not to.