[ She looks over him, all of him. Him and his sweet words and wretched lies, so unable to pick himself apart and happy to spread so many falsehoods he cannot stomach a truth when she pries his mouth apart to put it to him - too much there, probably, and for that she says nothing. Looking away as immediately as she looked to him at all. ]

Some of you, yes.

[ Then she presses on. Won't do to have him sit with that thought too long. ] But because we all have choices, and I made mine. To walk away from your people would be to walk away from myself.