[ The honest and disappointing truth is that Andy's not convinced anything about this situation is worth all that. That's not what determined the amount of force she used against her victims. She was hardly thinking at all. The violence was natural. Habitual. Justified by the fact that they had approached her, weapons in hand, too cocky and too young to understand that they were out of their depth with this woman. Her better nature — her mercy, her compassion — these things have been dulled down here in hell, weakened by her aimlessness. Her detachment. And so she hadn't held back either — even if she'd had the skill to achieve the same ends by less brutal means.

Now, in the face of Kim's questions, she feels a twinge of conscience. Maybe a little regret. Something to feed to her self-loathing later. ]

Those fucking dolls are dangerous. [ She answers finally, glancing away to wipe a bit of stray blood from her face with her sleeve. Not even really sure whose blood that is. ] And I gave them a chance to hand that shit over peacefully.

[ One brief, fleeting chance — one she knew rebellious little assholes like them would never take. ]

What did you want me to do? Say please?