[The words are more heavily accented in her rage and she looks like she wants to spit. Her face darkens and the facade of carefully crafted politeness disappears entirely.]

Don't you dare speak to me like I had any choice. Was I supposed to allow myself to die for strangers, when I had a home that relied on me?

No one was going to be saved that day. They might have spared you out of their own ineptitude of figuring out who the culprit was had you not been so noble as to insist everyone vote for you. But don't stand there and regale me with how Herr Gavin was spared. No one was thinking like that during our case!

They had no intentions of saving you! They had no intentions of saving me! What did I do to deserve to come here to this vapid blank waste of space and die for something that happened centuries ago?

What was I going to do dead? I thought if I were alive I could do something-- Figure out something! [That's why she'd started talking to Iceland wasn't it? Tried to work through her guilt? Tried to stop the thing that was possessing her?

But once it became too late... he had no choice but...] A-and all it did was... was get me killed in the end!