[ It would be foolish for either of us to make enemies with those already here.

And there the rest of it is. Shifting it back on her while framing it with that 'us' again. She can't stop the bit of incredulity that dances across her face, knowing if it came down to it she would not be the one making enemies here. Her mind can't help but go back to the tent, her hands flexing instinctively as she fights the urge to grasp at her neck again. A grounding reminder of the trust that has already been broken. ]

All you wanted was control -- illusory or real. I will not allow that to happen again. Not here. [ Her face softens, the hurt she'd been swallowing down trying to peek through as she takes another drink -- almost able to mask it again when she tries to continue. ]

You should have asked me, Aleksander. Before -- [ She's not interested in rehashing what was already said, using his name as he used hers. ] No more lies. No more manipulation. I will not be used again, common enemy or not.