[Susan shakes her head at once, sharply and vehemently, her brows beetling together.]

Don't be daft, sai. Ye've been kind enough to me, there's naught should stop 'ee from dumping whatever it is ye need to. I can listen. I'd be a friend to 'ee, as ye've been one to me.

[She reaches through the bars, meaning to take Nadine's hand, offering what comfort she can.]

And anyroad, it's not fair. Not one bedamned scrap of it. And ye shouldn't have to pretend it's fair when it ain't. That shit rips you up inside.

[There's a slightly unsettling adultness to her voice when she says it, a hint that she knows all too well what she's talking about. Which, of course, she does; of course, she's thinking of that last kiss before parting, that hope that had blossomed in her of the future she'd bought when she gave away her soul. That future, that child, that's never going to be.]

[She'd rip the world apart to get revenge for what was taken. And Nadine... Nadine hasn't had it taken all the way away yet.]