She inhaled deeply and brushed away the traces of tears from her face. "Maybe they wanted to kill me because I’m not white. Maybe they wanted to kill me because I’m an ork. I only did what I did because they came at me with blades and hammers. But I killed someone not twenty minutes ago, and I don’t feel good about that. And when I get home I find my brothers cooking up drugs to feed the habits of a bunch of trancers." She sighed deeply and sank back into the chair, resigned and weary. "Sod it. I’m seventeen years old, and just now I think I’ve had enough of the world. Or at least the East End of bloody London."