[ She leans in close to his face, the smile disappearing. ] Try living in someone's fantasy world with no hope of escaping. Maybe then you'll think different.

[ After a few more seconds, she moves back and pulls the knife out, tossing it aside. The wound begins to bleed quite freely, but she makes no move to tend to it. It feels better that way. It gives her something to focus on as she waits for her stomach to settle, too. ]

Oh, and. Thanks. [ She smiles again, sarcastically. ] Not that I know where the knife came from, sir.