Zinc closes her eyes, listening to what Kuja says. A poet, maybe Zinc believes her about that, because all of these terrible things enter her mind easily. She is disposed to them, hungry and angry and violent, it's the way a Reanimate should be. She should have ripped Barbet's throat out the moment she woke up, let her mind break down until she did not even remember that she had once longed for his affection.

Her mouth twists and her arms come up, wrapping around herself miserably. No... no, she can't let the hate have what's left of her, she'll never get it back. There is a pulsing sensation in the backs of her eyes, what would have been tears in she were able to cry, but she can't, and she merely claws at her arms instead.

She whimpers, like something that's been kicked, and she wants to go home. She wants to be held and she knows that it annoys Barbet to be interrupted, but he would do it if she looked at him pitifully enough, he could be relied upon. Who is she meant to turn to here? Kuja? She was a stranger and a witch--(but she wasn't human. Perhaps that made her more viable than most.)

Zinc doesn't bother thinking about it much, just steps forward tentatively to see what happens if she tucks herself in against the woman's chest.