She's glad he asks the question, even if it isn't the easiest to untangle. Right this moment, she isn't certain she can bear to ask for clarification about 25 kids dead at Cougar's hand.

"But you didn't," she says after a tick of hesitation. A headache has begun to form, a subtle pulse behind her eyes that makes it seem all the more insane that he can't see the difference between himself and J.D. "And no, it's not as bad. Intentions have to count for something. That would be like, I don't know. Blaming me for sneezing when I have a cold."

It's a paltry comparison, but she thinks the point still stands.