[ She frowns at him. There is some nasty, haughty part of herself that knows perfectly well that she makes the world a better place. But that is also the part of her that wants to crush impediments in her fist and feed them to her plants. To control things and put them to order.

She knows that part of herself is ugly. She wishes it would shut up as much as she longs for its aggression and power. ]

I deserve better than to watch my friends used like puppets by a desperate, weak little man. If Jacob Seed cannot behave himself appropriately, then he can burn out under the sun.