"Liar," she accused. "You don't even think 'bout those who care 'bout you while you're here. Too busy giving way to dyin' just like the rest of this place. Being here don't make you wanna live none."

Did he think she couldn't see that?

"People're already worried. People who care 'bout you no matter what you did. Bet Rude ain't happy with what you're doing. Bet Elena ain't. Bet Tseng ain't. He needs the Turks and he's got a Turk here who is just letting himself go. What 'bout Rikku? How does she feel 'bout you dying an inch at a time? What 'bout Romeo? Dojima-san? What 'bout me, Reno? You think I don't care?"

And now she was shaking, a fine trembling in her body from the effort of saying something like that and not yelling it.