[ Welp. People being scared or nervous around her sure hasn't lost its sting yet. Awesome. She reminds herself that it's not exactly unwarranted nervousness, considering what she did, and that almost makes it a little better. Almost. She can deal with it, at least.

Unlike being told to consider giving up and accepting life as an anomaly. ]

I think you'll find that I don't gotta do anything.

[ She sounds horribly brittle, and the volume of slag spilling from her eye sockets increases abruptly. Shocking. ]

Except find Robert Miller, cut him open, and turn his internal effing organs to eridium one by one until he fixes this, I suppose. That - that probably qualifies as a gotta.

[ look it's always nice to have something to aspire to ok ]