"What if the Devil doesn't know he's the Devil?" I ask.

 Phoenix shakes his head, confused. "What?"

 "Why? Why does the bad I've done have to define me?"

 "Because you're a murdering sadist," he snaps back at me.

 "No, I am not." I clench my teeth, standing my ground. I am tired of these labels I am suddenly wearing. "I never, I mean never knew what happened to those girls I led to the Lettings. I am so very sorry I played any role in this vile enterprise in which we exist, but I was clueless. Maybe I'm ignorant, or downright stupid, but I would rather have been dead than be responsible for hurting anyone. And before you go throwing malicious names around, maybe it's time you consider maybe you're wrong...? What if you kidnapped and tortured me in the name of a revolution that is wrong?"

 "It's not," he argues.

 "But I didn't think I was wrong, either." I am exasperated. "Don't you get it?"

 He takes a step back away from me, but I go on.

 "We are completely turned around. The only information we're fed is from a corrupt enterprise. What makes you think your information is any more accurate than mine?"

 For the first time ever, he looks terrified. I let a moment go by before I gesture for Raven to come over, and she hurries to my side.

 "This is Raven," I say, slowly, talking to Phoenix. "She's your sister."