[That's actually a spirit she can relate to and get behind: tearing heads off pictures, removing yourself or someone else or just altering the past however you can to pretend you didn't destroy everything. She looks at the pictures for a long time, a deep frown twisting her lips and furrowing her brow.]

If you're about to tell me you killed them... [Gen's voice is uncommonly soft.] ... I already know I won't judge you for that, so just. You don't have to drag all the skeletons out, alright? Have you somehow missed the fact that I'm a psycho too? It doesn't matter, I don't give a shit about family or morals or anything but surviving the rest of the assholes we're stuck with.

[She picks up her fork again, but only to stab it viciously into the center of the cake.]

You're still alive - or close enough - so you matter, but fuck your ghosts.

[That may have veered from reassuring to deeply insulting at some point. Here's hoping it doesn't lead to another sulk stand-off.]