The words had a bite to it, and she couldn't blame him. She wouldn't even blame him if he took his knife and plunged it into her chest. After everything she asked, and how much more her cause would ask, from him she couldn't blame him for anything he did or said.
She smiled and sipped from her wine, only setting it down when she could breathe again, "Don't we all?" She shrugged, "I had to do something. Things got really complicated, the more time progressed. I was once able to say 'hey here, welcome. Have a flag.' Now there's so much red tape I feel like a Christmas gift. And I can't turn anyone away."
She probably revealed too much. Too much pain, struggles, her own fight she could never truly win. "and it keeps a roof over my head, which I kind of like."