Carol narrowed her eyes. "Noble. Tragic. Suffering? Oh I'm sorry, you have to go into hiding because people fucking care about you. I didn't hide, I lost a piece of myself and tried to die because of it. But hey, pot kettle right? It's so the same thing. You got people caring about you but unable to do a damn thing about the media. Like we have ever had control over that. I tried to die and had absolutely no one give a flying fuck. Even my so called best friend didn't bother with a single sorry. The bastard who was all excited about a fucking alien half breed had no more use for me, the only people that even bothered to look at me wanted me to work, or wanted to fuck. Yep, you have it so fucking hard."
She got up and grabbed the ID and detector Brand left for her and tossed them at Jess. "Here, you feel like being useful go for it. You want to wallow because the whole fucking world isn't apologizing to your sorry ass, go for it. I'm done." She leaned in and glared at Jess, though her eyes were watery. "Just remember, you had to hide to keep people from showing they care. Boo hoo Princess. The world doesn't care. Guess what? Sometimes no one fucking cares. But don't dare lump me in with the world. I showed up. Where the fuck were you?"
She stood up and headed out, slamming the door behind her and tossing over her shoulder to Brand as she left. "She gets the urge to punch something, she'll call you. Pretty sure she's getting the urge."