Every part of her screams in outrage. Her pride simply cannot and will not allow it, and even if she wanted to, the words would spray out as bitter salt water. It's just not possible. She takes hold of the hilt of the sword once again, leaning in to get all up in his face, or the facsimile of his face, or whatever was going on here.

"What if I took my own fucking head off with this. That'd be fucking hilarious."