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[ That actually makes Steph laugh. ]

What, is your entire impression of my life based on Dirty Harry movies?

Nah. It's based on how you talk.

Go take Iris's time machine and help other planets catch the criminals they got. It's better than sending most of 'em here.

You know what's really hilarious? You hate people who think they're always right, but that's you to a tee. At least I know when I'm being a hypocrite.

Thinking you're wrong and full of shit don't mean I think I'm always right. It just means I think you're fucking wrong.

You don't even know what I think! You've got it all ass-fucking-backwards. You don't even understand my opinions when I'm shouting them in my own goddamned living room.

You don't know mine either! I keep telling you and you keep saying I think those bombers are blameless!

You think they're mature. Justified, even.

You used the word justified; I never did. I used a bunch of words that said I didn't think it was justified, but you ignored 'em, 'cause you wanted to throw a tantrum.

I want to throw a fucking tantrum, trust me, there will be blood. All I'm doing is berating you for being overly-sensitive to the word childish. Ironic, since it fits you so well.

It proves you don't get how serious it is here. You don't get how it makes people desperate.

[ Her voice lowers dangerously. She doesn't clench her fists, but she does shift, positioning herself to jump into action. ]

Don't you dare. Don't you dare tell me I don't know about desperation. I swear to God, Tiffany, I will physically throw you out of this cabin, I don't care if I rip your arm out of its socket in the process. You don't get to pretend you have any idea what I went through as an inmate.

If you get it, if you remember, then don't fucking say the shit you're saying!

You don't get to decide what I can say about my own experiences.

But you get to say how the inmates should feel?

We weren't even talking about your fucking experiences. And you fucking don't get to use your shit to tell other people to suck it up.

They can feel however the fuck they want, as long as they don't blow shit up.

Yeah, I'll say it again. You live somewhere that kidnaps people who do awful things when they're mad, and you don't get to be surprised when they do awful things. You don't have to fucking like it, and I don't, but getting all morally outraged is fucking stupid.

I'm not surprised! I just spent the last five minutes telling you how little it surprises me when people do horrible things.

And I'm not morally outraged, either. I'm unimpressed. Because a whiny baby threw a tantrum and we have to clean up his fucking mess.

We. That's real funny, 'cause you were in a coma and you didn't do shit.

[ Now she actually gets up to slap Tiffany across the face. ]

Get out.

[The slap catches her by surprise, enough that she doesn't even try to dodge - it leaves a bright red mark on her cheek.]

Fuck you!

[She goes to shove Steph, hard.]

You got no sense of-- fucking anything!