<Go ahead, why don't you tell her,> Tara sneers. <Tell her how you killed him, and in cold blood.>
Myitt just stares at Tamora, blinking. She's shaking again, from sheer overwhelming emotion--her host's anger, her own conflicted pain.
"I'm so sorry, Tamora," she says finally.
<Tell her you had to, it was the only choice to make him die screaming,> Tara says conversationally.
Myitt balls her hands into fists. "I..."
Tara suddenly, ruthlessly seizes control. "She starved him, isn't that--" Myitt turns away from Tamora, gripping the edge of one of the hydraulic cabinets, clamping down on everything inside her confused body.
<I didn't need your assistance!> Myitt says angrily.
<Oh, well, glad that I'm only here when you need me, which is, what, all of the rest of the time?> Tara mocks.