She stared at him, biting her tongue almost to the point of bleeding, rage and frustration building in her the longer he spoke. She wanted to hurt him, to lash out, to silence his words.
She didn't have an idea of why she wasn't.
Her hands clenched into fists, gripping at the tiny, bare mattress pad beneath her, to keep her hands from clawing at his face, her feet moving off of his chair and curling next to her so she didn't kick him.
Any other time she would give into the urge to destroy what was upsetting her, but everything was too delicate right now.
"You know nothing," she hissed.
And one thing he did get wrong...Effie was the persona, Enigma the truth.