I don't want to go to the infirmary. [She's distracted enough by the idea for her sorrow to become tinged with anger, one of her hands clenching into a fist at her side.]

It's their fault that this happened. They put this-- this mutilated corpse in Eridan's bed, that looked like Feferi. He went ballistic and started killing the kitchen workers. I got him to stop by promising to help him find who was responsible, but those red collared units showed up and killed both of us.

They're just playing games with us! That's all they've been doing, jerking us around, and maybe I was fine when it was to me, but they're not allowed to touch my boyfriend.