"I'm trying to figure that out and if so who to fucking blame. If my dumbass father gave me a sexuality and a gender without any of the bits to get off with I'm going to bring him back so I can kill him again." Vika scowls, and looks away. "...Even if I was convinced here, and I'm not saying I am, it's too late. You know it, I know it. He's walled himself into a corner with his justifications. If he can let my world go, his didn't need saving either, and then he killed his daughter for nothing. That'd make him a monster, wouldn't it? But he can't be a monster. He's a good person."

She looks back up. "And I don't think you're going to look at me and tell me you expect, seriously, for me to march up and lie to him, say I'm sparing the people who made me. Are you?"