She stiffens at his words, wanting to reject them but there's more truth in what he's saying than she cares to admit. She didn't have handlers and trigger words and memory wipes that shaped her the way that he did. She did, however, have a father who was more like a General than a Dad and she had years of life teaching her that she had to be a certain way or she was only going to end up hurt or dead. She couldn't change the way she viewed the world any easier than he could, but until he'd said those words she'd never really seen it that way.

"You know." Shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "For somebody who is supposed to be incapable of relating to people and the world around you? You manage to do it a lot better than I ever have." She could fake it better, but she never felt like she fit in anywhere. She never really understood what drove people if they weren't homicidal Vampires. In a lot of ways, she was still a child. Stunted in her emotional and social growth at the age of fifteen.