[Her eyes squeeze shut, her own emotions in turmoil, and her hand falls from the wall, balling into a shaking fist. Her insides are burning, his words and the seemingly easy way he seems to answer her without giving her anything direct. It falls to his victimhood, not to the victims he left behind on the colony, the thousands of innocents he kept sequestered away all while using their quintessence.

She may never get to see what Keith had seen with the Altean woman he told her about, but the story resonates deep within her. Of family lost to a powerful entity.]

You secluded them away to use them. Keith has told me about the harvesting pods. The strain of quintessence! [She opens her eyes to glare openly at him, the corners of her eyes wet, the tops of her cheeks damp. She's trying her hardest not to cry in front of him, but the tears are persistent. What sickens her is that she wants the believe him. That everything he's told her isn't a lie. But he's proven her wrong again and again, has always been one step ahead. He likely never accounted for this to come to light.]

Stop avoiding my question!

[It comes in an outburst. She knows Shiro believes there's a way to avoid what's to follow. What's to become of him. But she's not heeding his words as she does finally step forward, hands to his chest, shoving him back and away from her in anger.] How many Alteans did you kill, Lotor?