"I don't know," she mutters, but she does know. Or was told something she's not really buying. "Some people... They say that there are stand-in versions of ourselves, living our lives for us in a way that's as crime-free as possible until we're rehabilitated. Everyone here's been accused of crimes. Some of them are just downright ridiculous."
And upsetting. If Eric were able to feel his bond with her right now, there'd be a sudden swell of sadness bubbling up in her as she recalls her conversation with one of the wardens that had resulted in tears.
"Apparently I'm a world-class murderer. A regular Bonnie-- and I guess you can be Clyde." Bill's lied about too much to be Clyde.