Dolores stilled, because those dreams weren't quite so visceral, much harder to recall the details of. Weren't colored with horror and blood and desperation that lingered with her even during the waking hours. Just numbness. Felt meaningless, because they didn't connect to anything that she knew, places that she knew she'd never seen or been. "Have you ever lied to us?" she repeated, not knowing who it was meant to refer to, but knowing the answer all the same, No. "Would you ever hurt a living thing?" No, of course not.
She wiped roughly at her eyes again. "It wasn't living, whatever was left of that man. It wasn't living," she insisted, trying to justify her actions. "I held him down, I just wanted a chance to fight back for once, I thought that if I-"