[ if she has her way, he will never know how bad it got. how many people she hunted, how many people just left her, and how many fought back with the real intent to kill if they had to.

that's what she keeps saying she wanted, but the reality of it is not so cut and dry. she's always going to remember the crunch of her arm as Ruggie bit it in two. she's always going to remember Lotor's face twisted up in an intensity of spite she never before ascribed to him. she's always going to remember Alec Brennan's fucking arm around her throat. ]

I wish she never looked at anyone but me. I am sick of swallowing my words to let everyone else say what they think.