"For all it has cost me, I do not think I should agree with you." The pain sits, so close against her skin. Fills her voice the pain relieved for the time being, the itch abated. It would return, no doubt.

"But..." She swallows, her jaw setting when she looks back up - her gaze hard, flat. The same refusal to diminish herself. Still not beautiful, but still lean, quick and hard. "He shouldn't have touched her. He shouldn't have. I always told her I never would let anyone hurt her. She is the only one I want to hear from." It breaks, pain that bubbles up and up and up. "But they say I cannot see her. For what I did."