[ she narrows her eyes at him, mind tangled, frustrated all over again. she feels sick thinking about it, but the rage had been easier. clearer. he isn't looking at her, but she doesn't take her eyes off him, even as she slowly pushes herself to her feet. ]

Somehow I don't think your ghem lords would be so keen on that. I could cut myself open right now, spill every useless thing in me, and they still wouldn't let me out of this cell.

[ she's still struggling to keep her voice even, but she's thinking better now, enough that every word there was deliberately chosen. she wipes the last bit of blood from her mouth and walks back toward him, slowly, closing the distance he'd so frantically put between them. just to see what happens. ]