"Yes you are," she hisses out, still smiling, dodging out of the way of his attacks, side-stepping each one neatly, rebounding off of the walls, coming back to take quick jabs at him. She still moves to hit hard, but because she knows he can take it. He can take a whole hell of a lot. "It's how you survived. I know, because it's how I survived." Damnit. This is supposed to keep her from needing to talk, it's not supposed to spur her to new confessions. "The things they do to make people like us, it breaks anyone normal, breaks them beyond repair."

She dodges another wild attack of his, aware that she's struck one hell of a nerve, because he wants to shut her up. "We survived because we were already broken, because we can't live normal lives." It's not only speculation on her part any more. He's so easy to read, and it's probably mostly because he has no choice, but she's still picking up on every little micro-expression and vocal inflection. He's like her, and she can sense it.