"I'm fighting for my dignity and pride kiddo. I'm fighting for my rights," there was a little piece of her that was fighting for the things she had lost as well but she would never admit that aloud. "You have yourself to fight for," she said firmly. "Who else is gonna fight for ya?"
"Not gonna hurt anyone?" she smiled, a sadistic thing on her sweet face. "Sweet girl, the cost of revolution is bloodshed. If you're not willing to spill a little blood for the greater good then I don't know why I'm still hanging on to ya."
"See that light?" she asked, pointing ahead of them toward her cabin. They were almost there now, having passed through the deepest part of the woods. "That's my home, a rare thing that I'm bringing someone who I'm not sure is one hundred percent on my side," she paused thoughtfully. "I hope Alex is right about you."