It's not that she doesn't care. The whole reason she's like this is because she cares too much. Life would be a piece of cake if she only were a sociopath for real, instead of pretending to be one all the time. If only she were hard. If only she could stop her soul from bleeding. That's why she drinks, can't Albert see that? The only way to numb the pain is to dilute it.

"Don't." Her voice is steady, muffled against the cushion of the sofa where she's taken up residence for the afternoon. "It's a landslide. You can't stop it."