"Sociopath? I don't know that one," she says. She reads a lot, fiction and nonfiction, but she hasn't really delved into psychology and doesn't really want to.

She shakes her head. "It's more than that, though. People just do whatever the fuck they want all the time. Eat other people. Sell people like they're fucking property. Walk into our town and get stuck in a blizzard and then fucking murder the man who was good enough to try to help them."

That's justice then, isn't it? In a world where there isn't any, where she and others like her make their own. She's aware it's perpetuating a cycle. She knows why Abby killed Joel, but like she told Malcolm, she doesn't care about that.

That, and it's hard to admit that she thinks it will make her feel better.