I already explained this. Because I do what I do because of what she did, which means that all of it - all of it, her actions and mine - are really on her shoulders. If it weren't for her, I'm sure I'd be a sweet, harmless little girl who wouldn't hurt a fly.

[If this sounds like childish logic... well. It's what she's been telling herself since she was a child, and she's stunted to hell and back.]

That and I don't lie to myself. She thinks she's good now. Redeemed.

[It's disgusting, really.]