[ What a pretty little speech. She always knew he liked hearing himself talk. She won't interrupt, but he'll be able to see her knuckles tighten through out, shaking like they ache to pummel him. She doesn't take insults easily, but for now, she'll break away from his gaze.

...She thinks about just ignoring him and going back to giving these kittens what they deserve, but she finds herself drawn to his gaze once more in a glare. ]

Just because I know all that doesn't mean I know what it feels like! To have your own mind betray you... You call it poison, so obviously you know how messed up it is.

Why not do something about it? What about an antidote?