That's a strange way of being one, turning you away all the time.

[She can't stop it this time, even knowing how scared and wounded Rose had seemed when she called her over to the apartment, how hesitant Rose has always been to accept help from others who've only let her down.

Jasmine's thought about the same implications: the flower, its blooming, how it manages to stay preserved like that. And, already, she's wondering what it means about the world Rose - or she and Rose - or all three of them - draw their memories from.]

It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. People will keep leaving you alone if you keep shutting them out.