How do you explain this to someone who saw the same thing happen over and over? She could understand the confusion, hell, she had it sometimes. Why not play dirty, if you just came back?

"Where I came from, its a truth," she finally said. "People think I was at my worse in the Arena, but every kill was one on me. These people don't do it because they like it. Back home, I had enough remorse to fill a fucking thimble. They were part of gangs, they raped, they killed, they extort. You think I gave a fuck if I shattered his brain on the pavement then, or wondered about his parents? They made their choice, that was it. Can't compare shit like that to shooting a guy in the back, or betraying a friend. Honor makes a difference."

If she needed a reminder of that, she already got it weeks ago when her dad came.