"Yeah. Don't get me wrong, my parents were good parents." Dutch had been the one to go bad. She can't even imagine what the Yardeens would think of her now, after having been all she's been and done all she's done. She's managed to get out of that life but it doesn't erase the people she's taken, the blood she's spilled.

"I don't even know where my parents are anymore," she tells him, drawing a few lines to symbolize her bed. The drawing itself is not very good because she's not very good but she's going from a memory that is half formed and rotted at the edges.

It's probably better that way. A way to show what she's done to that part of herself with all her wrongdoings.