"Alright, if it'll help, we can say it was all you," Molly says, rolling her eyes, though it's clearly just out of amusement. If she actually thought it mattered, this would be a fairly different conversation. "I mean, shattering that illusion — I honestly just don't know if I could live with myself." Inside the elevator, she hits the button for her floor, then waits as the doors slide closed. "That one, though, that was all me."