The pain threatened to bring tears to her eyes, however she fought it back - whatever she was feeling now was most likely nowhere near what he was feeling, based upon the wounds she could visibly see. What a lovely pair they made - standing under a gazebo in a park, both bleeding and seething all at the same time.

"Call it... teenage rebellion, if you must." she cocked an eyebrow at him, still cringing just a bit despite her best attempts to hide it. "My father would've wanted me to destroy entire galaxies, entire dimensions at his side. He took pleasure in the misery and murder of others."