Good lord. The worst thing was that York was pretty sure she was at least that bad at Severa's age, and it made her groan inwardly to think about it. Not like she was a perfect bastion of maturity these days, either, but at least she had the sense to own up to when she'd been an idiot. Well, mostly.

York, looking none too impressed with Severa's argument, just raised one eyebrow. "Yeah, you're right. I'm definitely not perfect. I've made plenty of mistakes. You might've noticed my face." She gestured vaguely to the left side of her face, the milky white of her bad eye. "The difference is, I know I did some dumb-ass shit, and I'm not plannin' on doing it again, so help me. Only children refuse to admit they were wrong, kiddo. So if you're not a child..."

She shrugged, spreading her hands. Okay, okay, she'd embellished a little on her own part -- if Severa only knew this was the second time the same damn thing's happened to her face, grenades and all -- but come on, she was trying to make a point. That was the important thing, right? Because baiting Severa's pride was totally a legitimate way to make it.