"I know enough!" She hisses at him. "I know exactly what it's like to know that she'd never feel good enough to feel as worthy as Kasumi! It had nothing to fucking do with the guilt or the grief, it was wishing that she'd be half as loved as herself as she would being Kasumi's cheap copy! You don't think I don't know exactly what that's like?"

He grins at her, telling her to take his life. She's not doing it for him and she couldn't care less what he feels. She wants to see him drop dead. "You're right you can't fix me. I'm not fucking broken, and I don't want you to. I don't want to be treated like I'm only good as my worst impulses. I don't need to be told what's best for me, I don't want anyone else to tell me who I am or should be. That's not fixing anything and you damn well know that!"

The air gets dark, eminating with something that seems like a Persona, but it seems more like it's puppeting Maruki rather than the Persona being subervient to him. He hasn't raised a hand to fight her though. She tightens her grip in the hopes that she can at least get the Persona out of the area. Even if she still wants to watch the light leave Maruki's eyes.