[ you know, it's too bad she's not infected anymore (???) and can't bite him-- ]

For now. Until your stupid program fucks them up too. You want me to own up to biting people? Fine. I did it. I didn't want to, but it fucking happened. It's not safe for you to have me here no matter what. You get that, right?

If this place gets as fucked up as mine is because this weird little judge thing you like to do, don't blame me for something that isn't my fault.

[ she'll do it enough herself. ]

But I can't just fucking tell them that. You don't-- [ she rubs at her face. if you're infected, you die. no matter how young or old, how beloved or hated. even talking to Jerry about it now sets her on edge, every instinct screaming to keep it secret.

she doesn't like being scared. anger is better. better than thinking about how what it means to her is nothing but death. it means watching Riley, Tess, Sam, die again and again every night when it hits her all over again that she can't do anything trapped here. ]

It's fucking personal, Jerry. What it means. What it's done, being like this. Maybe you can sit up there and judge me and decide whatever you want, but it's not that fucking easy!