I thought I wanted love 'til you showed me what it was I've never been golden but I swear that I showed it It's a blessin' and a curse, for the better, it's only worse Wouldn't wish this on no one, it's one hell of a low one

Up at night, drinkin' liquor like it's water Wakin' up, knowin' I'm somebody's daughter, but I don't know a lot about my father Maybe that's the reason I don't do sh*t like I oughta, no I need some medicine, this sh*t that my head is in Got me thinkin', questionin', lyin' in this bed I'm in Up at night, drinkin' liquor like it's water Maybe that's the reason I don't do sh*t like I oughta, no

After all, Betty had gone through at the hands of the Black Hood, only to find out that it had been her father the whole time, she continued to feel numb. This was her mind's method of protecting her by shutting off portions of herself to keep her safe. She was being manipulated, and she was being tormented. Where does this lead? Betty had taken copious notes and jotted down pertinent information after each and every contact with the masked killer; nevertheless, at this point, she was faced with questions rather than answers. She had concerns, uncertainties, and a dreadful sensation in the pit of her stomach at this moment. The fact that she had finally been given evidence of something Betty had long feared—that the darkness was absolute—made her feel sick to her stomach. It wasn't a sickness that she'd conjured up and that made up some part of her; instead, the revelation that her father was the Black Hood solidified the worst things she'd always hated about herself throughout her life. It wasn't a sickness that she'd manifested and made up some part of her.

After her crazy father revealed the whole history of the Blossom and Cooper cover up, it meant something entirely different to be Betty Cooper. The horrifyingly twisted home video that dad had forced her and her mother to see, which revealed the nightmares of his upbringing, reaffirmed what she had always dreaded and what she had known deep down for some time: the evil that lurked inside her, who Betty indeed was. The child of the figure is known as the Black Hood.

"He... forced me to carry out certain tasks." She continued, her eyes darting to the side as her voice began to crack and her hands started to fold in on themselves in the same familiar patterns they had always used. "I could not report the incident to the police or tell anybody about it. Especially Jug..." Finally, she admitted her guilt, her voice cracking with passion as she said his name. "He intended for me to be cut off from everyone, for my friendship with Veronica to be destroyed, and for me to abandon my relationship with Jughead. It... that must have been the time when he decided to sign up with the Serpents," She ultimately succeeded in releasing her hold on her hands, which allowed blood to begin flowing again to her limbs after being cut off.

Despite this, even in the subdued illumination of the trailer, her face retained its ghostly pallor and worn appearance. "When I was inside that property, he had me put on a black mask that was the same as his, and then he told me to look in this mirror that was mounted on the wall. He did this while I was in that residence. He assured me that there was no difference between us in any manner. As though he had selected me from among the other people or something..." Her tone was so overpoweringly contemptuous that it forced her to swivel almost desperately in her seat to face him. She did this because her tone was loaded with overwhelming disdain. It was almost as if she was waiting for a comeback, hoping that it would alleviate the sick sensation that was growing in the pit of her stomach. "I don't believe I've ever told anybody that, Toni, and now it seems like a loop in my brain like the darkness is constantly there," she said.