_{[She'd had to remove one hand from whatever bird she managed to get hold of-- the one holding the 'Gear, to press it tightly to the bridge of her nose, eyes squeezed shut for a moment or two.]}

--You don't-- you don't understand.

This isn't... it's not just about Dad, it's not just about her killing him...

It's not about what happens after...

It's already fucking happened.

This... it goes back so much further.

I'm already...

_{[And then she trails off for a moment.]}

Backup is exactly what I don't and can't have right now.

This is about me and her.

Me and her only.