"You're right. I didn't. But since you messed with me like that, it shocked me at how cruel you were."
Her face fell slightly, and she paused before shrugging, her good mood seeming dampened. “Fine, I’m not your best friend.”
“I’m not cruel,” she said suddenly, looking over st him with one raised brow. “I did what I thought was necessary at the time, and I was trying to survive. I’m not a cruel person. I’m not cruel.”
She folded her arms, looking somewhat embarrassed and defensive. “You don’t have to like me, but I’m not a cruel person. No one’s blaming you for the countless murder attempts or anything.”
"Petra, you pretty much are my best friend anyways. I know you're not cruel. We did talk about that night."
