There was a great deal that Cecilia could have said, and at the same time, absolutely never would have considered for a moment. Because the truth was as bad as things could get here, she knew damn well she'd do what she'd done before. She would fight like hell to survive. And maybe she wouldn't come out of it alive this time, but she'd go down fighting. That idea brought her a small amount of comfort, or at least the will to keep going.
"I don't know, and I still don't care," Cecilia answered, the volume of her voice raising slightly. "I'd rather die feeling like me than live as their pawn."
She stared up at Rhett blankly as he went on, idly wondering what kind of response he was trying to draw out of her. She couldn't tell, but she felt like it was missing the mark. "I don't have to kill you to keep someone else safe," she said. "But if you're that determined to hurt somebody? Yes. I will probably hurt you, if you make me. There is no possible course of action for you that doesn't involve me trying to stop it."