[ she can feel it flaring up against her senses, but all it seems to do is fan the flames of her own. ]
You think I'm mad at you over that holofilm even existing? I don't care about the stang thing! Let it exist. It can join the dozens of others my galaxy has already produced. I care about you not telling me the truth. I care about thinking I made a friend who was actually going to be upfront and honest with me for once, who didn't start talking to me because I was the princess of some fallen world!
[ honesty was a karking illusion. everybody lies. she is so over people lying in the name of protecting her. ]