Why does there need to be a reason?

[It's so puzzling to Nona, who loves life so deeply, she just can't understand why you would fester in such misery.

Although, maybe she understands. Living amongst this pain and heartache.]

I think we just exist, and that's okay.

I don't think she was looking for a reason, though. She wanted love. She just wanted it from someone she shouldn't have, I think.