She used to find that drawling sarcasm entertaining, but now she just flinches at it, curling in on herself.

"You don't mean that."

She sounds close to tears. She's getting weary of holding them back now. She just wants to cry, even with no one to console her. She wishes her sister were here. Or Gavalas, or Beth, or Tucker, or Wash, or...anyone. She never thought Byerly could make her feel so alone.

"You don't believe it'd make any difference. You're already so convinced the Cetagandans will win. You mock me in my misery."