"Misbehaving again, aren't we? You've been here mere meeks and you're already a regular in solitary. You think you'll last the year but the guards are keeping an eye on you. You might just have an accident soon. It's been difficult without you this time. Four weeks! I thought you were meant to keep your head down. Keep being notorious and it's more than your life you'll be fighting for. They have reach. For God's sake don't you have any family? Oh, that makes sense I guess. How do you control someone who's annihilated every sibling they've ever had. No wonder you're never weak. I don't know what to do anymore. I'm no saint but I might be afraid of you. We are all prisoners. But you are different. You drink blood like stew."
Mehn she talks too much