*flinches a little and mumbles (and where is that fight now?)* I guess. *blankly* But whether she was one person or two people, she still. She. *frowns, dimly aware of a distant swell of some unpleasant emotion that is suppressed by days of loneliness and detachment from the outside world, as well as medication and the last of the withdrawal symptoms* She could have killed me. *rather stunned at this realisation* I don't. I don't think she'd have cared.