I... [ She pauses swallowing hard as she moves to the fire and picks up the poker. She needs something to do, something to occupy her hands. ]

I wasn't some puppet with them pulling my strings. I had... I had control over what I did, who I targeted.

[ She turns back around and points the poker at him. ] I chose to target you. I chose to lead you into that trap. I got you killed. And I...I didn't even feel anything after.

[ Her shoulders slump as her gaze drops to the ground. She feels something now, of course, guilt and anger. She can feel tears burning at her eyes as they threaten to form. ]