[ She can't help tensing, but otherwise doesn't fight as Julieta guides her head to rest on her shoulder. Though she does lean against her a little, her hands remain stiffly at her sides, fingers curled tight and a shudder running through her as she swallows back a sob. She's seen what can happen if her emotions run too high, and the weights in her room are starting to rattle and clang together. She couldn't risk anything happening with her mother there. ]

I-It's still...It's still my responsibility to keep our family safe. That...Th-That's what my gift is for. [ That's what she had been told, and what she'd always believed her purpose is. That her strength was needed to keep their family and the Encanto from harm. ] B-But I couldn't do what I was supposed to do...I-I couldn't protect us.

I wasn't...I wasn't strong enough. The time when my strength was really needed, and I... [ Another shudder ran through her body, and her breath hitched. ] I failed, Mamí.

[ Even if she wasn't to take blame for the actions of others, she still had to take blame for her own...for all that she hadn't been able to do. ]