"I do hate it," she said, lifting her shoulders in a shrug. "A lot. I hate that it changes how I think of you. I hate that ... that you're all decent people, you and Tseng and Rude. People who do things like that should be ... awful and horrible and not, you know. People who could do nice and wonderful things, but instead do terrible ones, from time to time. That's not fair."

She set the mug down on her desk, which earned her a mrowl of protest from Petey. He'd been sleeping. She wasn't allowed to move while he slept.