I think it might depend on the person, er, the heart...
Or... I don't know, nevermind... [ she just trails off and into a sigh. ]

But, like I said, I haven't found out how things turned out yet. But now I'm scared. I touched the stuff in a locker in one heart and I guess they'd represented relationships and, by doing so, and removing the stuff, I removed every trace of myself. I didn't even have to kill anybody. I... [ she feels her eyes tear. ] But I did the same. I found this person, this bitch, and she even tried to sweet talk me, but I wasn't having it, I wanted to just erase her, so I do so even though it meant getting hurt...

I didn't care.

But god only knows what that did.

[ she's eased off the gas at this point, so the car has slowly been on its way to a stop. ]