Rikku swallowed, hard, and was staring at her fingers, which were doing nice twisty things in her lap. "It's. Um." Deep breath.

"Not the stalker-guy thing. He wouldn't ... he'd never hurt me." And strangely enough, she was as sure of that as she'd ever been. "Or taking over the world. Not that ... kinda thing. He. Um. It's. More."

She held this one for a long pause before letting it out again. "More, hi, I work for the government and I do whatever they tell me to, I don't ask questions, I cash the paychecks, and I know it sucks but I keep doing it 'cause it's all I have. Because. I. Used to have nothing, and now I don't, except there's all this ... blood on my hands. Lots of it. That. That kinda evil."

She squeezed her eyes shut. And. Okay. Still breathing.