It was a rather typical response she'd expect to hear from most of her comrades. Waving a hand in front of her, she then winked at him. "Somehow, I knew you would say that and I don't blame you. Your head is still that of a normal human in terms of how the world works. But as for me..." She bit down on her lip as thought, it didn't take too long to find the right words.

"What's the point of having all that money? Life isn't fun if you can have whatever you want! You don't have anything to truly keep you going! As long as I have food, I don't mind giving the rest of my money away to people who really need it!" And that's what she did, at first she had burned a lot it but after seeing how money burned for the millionth time she thought of doing something unselfish and donating it to kids that probably had sad, poor lives like she did.

She wondered if that sounded like she was bragging and immediately apologized. "Sorry, I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just sit around a lot and thought that if I could go what I want without being sent to the crazy house AND feed my belly, then my need for money was gone. Someone else can have that stuff." Yes, money was stuff. Stuff was a word that was uttered with no care in the world.