I can't say I understand how you've allowed her to tag along. I can't say I'm happy about it, but I guess if you want to be chummy with my murderer, it's not in my hands to stop you. Don't bother trying to justify it, either. So you're a prat to her or aren't exactly buddies, and maybe you've had some cross words with her on your trip. Fact remains, she's there at all. And you can't justify that to me with all the words or reasons in the bloody universe, Nik.
I'm tired of all this. I don't care about any of it any more. Never cared at all about them having their plans, figured they'd at least learned from before to keep it contained so it at least wouldn't get back to us. Assumed they'd be smart enough to hide it from small children. Clearly, I simply expect too much.
I find no fault in the life I've built here. I'd hardly say I crave paise or affection, simply that having a place in this little community that isn't ruled by their fear of me? It's a nice change of pace.
Mostly, though. I just want this shit to die down. She stays in her corner, I'll stay in mine. End of story.