"And the right time was several months after I was discharged, how wonderful. I mean, clearly it meant so much to rally that they took their time with it. That is a eulogy for a someone who's been dead for nearly a year," she replied, looking away because watching anymore could make her cry or scream again. Her voice came out forced, determined not to break again. "I have friends that spew damning words when no one's looking, that couldn't tell the difference between a psychotic, passive aggressive woman intent on ruining the world and me. How lucky can a girl get?
She jumped off the wall and walked over to look him eye to eye. She was in such pain from grief and anger, even he had to be able to see the hardness in her face. Stow it all, show nothing and let no one else get their hooks in. This is how it is, just deal. "I feel for what Namora's enduring. I do. But for me? That life is over. it's over, alright? It's been over since they grabbed me and you scraping all the wounds open and rubbing them with salt isn't helping anything. You want me to be the useful little tool for SWORD? Do my duties like a good little stooge? Stop flogging this dead horse and stop reminding me of what I can't be anymore and everything I've lost. Just let me be what I am now and accept that that's all I get out of this crappy world." Turning on her heel, she headed for the door before he could manipulate or cut her. "I'm going to start canvassing the tunnels for security. Page when you need your escort out of here."