[She bows her head for a moment, then lifts it, chin angled up.]

There's one scar I wish I had. Right here.

[She drags her thumbnail across her jugular, steady and precise.]

Before you were on the boat, some of the inmates created a disease. Mild fever and nausea at first, nothing terrible. But it made you scared. Suspicious, and angry, and vicious. It was based on rabies. It made you crazy. And then in few days, it made you dead. It wasn't like a flood - it was a gradual change, as the sickness worked on your brain. You could feel yourself slipping away.

I was already a lot more paranoid, in those days. And Erik's room was right next to mine. I was going to kill him. It would have been easy. I had the whole thing planned before I even realized I was considering all the reasons I should really do it just to make sure -

So I took a shard of glass and went to the bathroom and slit my own throat instead. Because I didn't want to do that, and I knew I was going to become someone who would.

The point of all of which is - yes, if the barge is spiteful enough, I might become someone else who would hurt you. But so could anyone else, and being able to predict them helps a lot less when they aren't the same people any more. You wouldn't be asking about whether I'll do anything with it if you didn't want to tell me.

So you just have to decide if your reasons for wanting to are worth the risk.

[And she won't make that choice for you.]