... we made her what she is, Trixie. Us. We did that. In Gambler's game, when we shattered the mirror. It didn't hurt her, but when she cried and almost all of the blanks sneered and jeered and told "What else do you expect? You Judges do this to us all the time. This is fair." Vulpecula and the rest of the blanks taught her that.
You don't... no one on this team remembers what she was like before all of that, it seems like. They don't want to. I can't blame them, I won't--I try not--
[paaaauses to regroup and then shutting his eyes to help with getting out what's he's trying to get at] She's still there, that broken one. I heard her--I heard her when I escaped the Old Man, Trixie. I don't care what happens to the one that's whole--she's the one that did the damage, she's the one we created, she's the one who--