"Good, cuz ya did and that's wrong," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. She curled her fingers against the bars gently picking at the peeling paint. "Though I think ya owe me more for breaking my mind and locking me up," she said, giving him a look. "That wasn't very nice."
Trite, considering all she had done to him, not to mention his breaking of her freed her. But she was nothing if not a Nigma, able to spin everything to her advantage.
"I'm sorry," she said, after a moment. "I shouldn't have turned my jealousy on her, it wasn't fair. If I could change it..." But she couldn't. And she had to live with the guilt of her crimes weighing her down.