"Why is she- what?" Brianna froze, her mind stopping at Vixen's answer.
"You act like everything I do and I did was for your own good," Vixen sighed, "do you expect me to tell you that I spend time at another person's cell because of you?"
Brianna looked away from Vixen, unable to say anything.
"This is literally hell, who I stay with longer literally does not affect you. This isn't a brothel, it's an asylum," Vixen's eyebrows furrowed, "do I like her? Do you think I could like anybody? Think before you say things before you end up sounding really stupid. I don't deserve to like anyone."
"Then why? You never avoided my questions about anyone when I asked. Why are you being so secretive about someone you don't even want to protect?" Brianna asked, hiding her face from Vixen for a moment and then turning back to him with tears in her eyes, "if 'she' isn't even someone that you can acknowledge then why not answer my questions? You're contradicting yourself."
