"Sometimes the best thing is never the right thing, Mei," Jana mused. "...Growing up in Red taught me that, even if I don't like it. There's lots of people who manipulated me, or wanted me to believe in this or that for their own gain, when I didn't have anything, I believed them. When Mel took me in, I realized that I had never really..." she huffed a little. "I never really got to understand who I was. That I was just being who they wanted me to be, because I had nothing else. I wanted to kill him, Mei. I wanted to cut his throat and watch him choke, because he deserves it." Jana muttered.
"And I would have rotted in a cell for murder, so what am I supposed to do about that? He gets his help, that's great, so what am I supposed to do? Just be happy about that? Fuck that guy," she grumbled. "He could be a broken mess all he wanted, but I'm not excusing him for what happened, ever. There are lines in Turuga that you don't cross. So, what about those whores who let him? Since they didn't actually do anything, they just get off, don't they? He enjoyed it, they laughed. They drugged me, and it doesn't matter, does it?" she muttered.