"No, I'm sorry. For what she did." She looked at the floor, her voice still soft, but in looking at the floor, she saw what little clothes Derek had on, and blushed slightly. "... She'll never apologise. Or at least... I assume she wouldn't. But you didn't deserve it. You're not like the rest, you're not like Eterna." She looked up at Derek again, sitting up so the position he was forced to be in wasn't so awkward. It was hard to look him in the eyes - she'd been told over and over by her grandfather how much she looked like her Aunt. And while before that had been a compliment, something to be proud of, in this situation, it was the worst thing to hear.
"... I was trained the same as her. By the same people. But I'm not... I don't see it all as black and white." She tried to explain. "They threw Scott out for what he was. They didn't care that he was still the same person. I guess.... Then I kind of questioned if it was as simple as us and them."