[ Her fingers flex shakily against his throat - why was he so tall? Why was she so short? Well, it didn't matter. She didn't have to be stronger or bigger, she just had to be worse than him. ]

You're the one that puts so much emphasis on making the awful choices, don't play that game with me.

[ She takes that hold and she wriggles with it, forcing him a step back. It's his own fault for thinking her spine would just curve under him. ] We do the same thing, but at least I don't lie to myself about what I am. I know what I am.

[ Big words, little girl. She swallows. She won't let him, she won't. ] Steve knows I exist, that's what you can't understand. Steve knows I'm not a good person.

[ Her own dig, then, hovering, pressing on the mental link with her mind, heavy and full and running too fast. ] You probably can't stand that, huh?