[She grinds the heels of her palms into her eyes, a rough noise of frustration and struggle in her through, then glares up at him again. The lines of his face, the stark white hair, the breadth of a grown man - it doesn't fit anyone else, and Zero blurs away anything that might contradict it. Meddling interloper, she hears, it's your fault we are in this predicament, and why can't you ever be useful?]

I'm going to kill you, father.

[It's hissed, furious and yet banked, the way her defiance sounds in her own head, biding her time, laced with the satisfaction of knowing, this time, remembering the noises his lungs made as blood frothed through them.]

Blame me while you can, because I'm going to destroy everything.