She catches that rather pointed commentary about blood, and though she finds it... well, comically naive, really... but it only proved her point. The idealism. The genuine belief that there was a moral wrong, some injustice to correct. It was still just as foreign to her as ever, just as utterly disconnected from anything in reality, entirely rooted in the lies that societies told themselves.

"You still don't get it, do you?"

She held her arm out to gesture at the room

"You're in this room- a cell, albeit a nice one- completely of your own volition, out of remorse. Trying to win back the favor of the adopted family that you rejected and hurt. Those ideals of yours may have made you a fool, but they never went away, did they? And neither did the remorse that comes with them. All those little thoughts in your head? The people you hurt? The pain you caused? Those were the reasons you had to lie to yourself. You knew you were hurting them, and you hated it."

She shrugged, still smirking, before dropping her arms again.

"I don't know what to tell you, Kuvira. I don't have to make up a story about them, because they never bothered me in the first place. They were in the way, and I dealt with them. I didn't care, and I still don't. I'm not like you."