There's a slightly pregnant pause as Prism processes Jocelyn's sudden change in tone, before the corner of her mouth quirks down. She fucked up, damnit. The bird shuffled slightly to the side, sitting up and turning to face Jocelyn, a weirdly neutral expression on her face. "I'm sorry." Were the first words out of her mouth, her tone going soft. "I'm... still getting used to someone being so complementary of me, and humor's a bit of a... defense mechanism? Your... well, kindness, is something I haven't had in a friend. In a long while. So sometimes I'm going to slip up and try to rebuke it like that automatically, but I should've put more thought into the words, so- yeah. I'm sorry."
There's another beat of silence as Prism stares at the grass, before that soft voice speaks up again, her tone lined by a certain amount of conviction. "But I need you to realize you aren't alone too, Jocelyn. I understand the aspect of wanting to sacrafice yourself for others, I..." There's a brief falter as Prism's voice falters, before it comes back, less sure than before. "I know that too well. But don't sacrifice yourself for people who don't need saving when you could help each other out of hell, instead."