[She flinches visibly, but it's also a relief; something vile and inflamed and throbbing being pierced. Anya's saved her having to decide whether or not to say it, as Iris knew she would.]

There you go with nails on 'eads again. I just. What the 'eck do I do with that? I'd tear me livers out to make it right. And I don't think I can. I mean - [She waves her hand - not the liver, she could totally do that.]

I mean some wrongs can't be righted.