[She lifts her chin a little. She doesn't feel like bragging about the hideous things she's done in the name of feeling powerful would go over well, but they're at the front of her mind anyway. This all over a journal feels atrociously petty by comparison, but walking back what she's done tonight feels like conceding something. Admitting to making a mistake.]

Yes, and I'll have you know I have been extremely restrained since we were paired. Not often I let anyone push my buttons as much as she has, either.

[A kid who is her cargo, especially.]