Jin would often brush them off, they only tried to get reactions out of her, tried to get under her skin, but none of it made sense to her. The names didn’t bother her, the writing on her desk- she didn’t feel anything toward it, perhaps indifference? It all felt very empty, most of her days did. Her emotions felt distant from her, like the world around her wasn’t real, and that she was only staying within the lines for the sake of things- doing things they say they were supposed to be because that’s just how things were.