[Could she be spiteful? Yes. Even if she was trying to make amends for past actions, all those downfalls hadn't just dissipated. She was still competitive and hated losing. She didn't let to have one gotten over on her. She still doubted herself and didn't like to lose face. Yet, she had learned how to laugh at herself, how to joke with the Sims and Wash, to watch them squirm with uncertainty. A work in progress, likely to the last time that she drew her breath.

Her own posture remained, not giving an inch even as his shifted. A monster. Yet those hadn't been her words. She'd been on the wrong side, had done the wrong thing, but she had least had thought it had been for the betterment. For the good. She gave a small snort. He might fool others with his words but Carolina had been fooled once. Never again.]

Don't give me a reason. Don't give me any reason.

[Because if he did start something, Carolina would kick herself if anything happened. Once had been enough, and her group had paid the price. Church... She wouldn't let that hurt show, how deep that cut had gone. He might not have been a living breathing person but that didn't make him any less. She knew better than to just write off second chances, although Carolina didn't really think he fell under that category.]

I know you're stupid, but you're not that stupid. Don't go cutting off your own nose to spit your face. After all, you've got to live here, just like apparently the rest of us.