There is no getting even, asshole.

[ she does not pull her hands from her face, if anything her arms move to mask more of her. a defensive wall of vines made from flesh and metal. ]

You put your hands on me and you took something— something you had no right to see or feel, and you did it because you could, because you knew what it would do. I can’t do that to you, and I don’t want to do that.

[ all of her is tense, but her voice is just a little quieter, a little more tired when she speaks again. ]

Fuck you.