[ She can't say that's true. She isn't sorry that the punk is dead, she's only sorry that anyone made the connection between herself and her brood. She cares with specificity, and even her care is precarious, built out of selfishness; self-satisfaction. ]
no subject
You are mistaken about me.
[ A sigh. ]
I will not allow him to be dismissed. He is ours.
[ Determination to her brood. ]