Her voice was soft, calm, even. The sort of brittle evenness that only really comes before it breaks.
"Do you know, of all of them, I only really wanted to kill him? The fucking bastard. He deserved a lingering death, to go with every ounce of pain and degradation that he got, but after... after Gwen brought me back, I just... wanted him gone. Out of the world. He made it that much uglier, that much more horrible. He deserved the darkness. None of the others did. I didn't even know them!"
She fell silent, and then looked up at Owen for a brief moment before looking away.
"I was replaced easily enough. She was better than me. How much time passed, between my death and her hiring? An hour? Less?" She let out a harsh, choked bark of laughter. "That's the Captain for you, always so pragmatic. Lock your feelings away in a vault, with the bits of a life that's been reduced down to boxes."