That's a load of shit. We don't owe them a fucking ounce of friendship or understanding after the shit they pull on us all the goddamn time.

[ There's a fierce snarl of defiance to her voice, an ember of anger lighting again at remembering the things they've put her through. What they've done to people she loves. ]

If somebody punches you in the face, do you decide to just be friends so they stop?