[Maybe she's been focusing on the wrong things... This has never been a game about or between the people who are condemned here, goading into killing one another, and trying to play it the same way she'd plotted Herta's freedom has only caused problems.

She cradles her wine in her unoccupied hand, unsure of her feelings.]

You barely know me, and I got you killed. Don't forget that. How can you miss someone you scarcely ever knew? I don't even know how to be your friend.