It seemed like they had reached a point where both of them were unable to discuss one subject that the other kept bringing up. He didn't want to talk about his love life and she didn't want to talk about Kessel. They were locked up in this eternal battle where both of them wanted to get the last word, no matter what. The problem was that Meena's patience with him was slowly but surely getting drained and it was only a matter of seconds that she would snap like a dry branch. And the problem with him was that he was probably about to get another huge headache that would only further cause him to irritate her and vice versa. She could see where this was going and it didn't look pretty.<br/><br/>The final straw for her came when he bumped into her, causing her to nearly drop the stew. Thankfully it only splashed slightly on the floor and on her top, as well as on his shirt. Meena groaned in annoyance and was about to blame him while giving the floor a wipe with a cloth when he all of a sudden blamed her instead. But wait, he had bumped into her! She was about to open her mouth and protest, when she realized she was absolutely done with this. All of this. "Just stop." Meena spoke suddenly, words simply coming out of her mouth. "Please, just stop. I didn't ask for this. You made me take you on this ship. You told me to do this or go to prison again. That is not a choice."<br/><br/>"I can't do this anymore. I can't pretend it never happened. I can't just say it's okay, because it's not. I'm not alright! I still hear, see, taste and feel everything I felt during those seven awful years." There wasn't anger in her, only despair. "And I can't make you feel any of it, it's impossible. There is nothing that will ever allow me to get you back for it. Not a damn thing will make you understand how painful it was for me to see every day how the people who made laws, who were supposed to protect the citizens in this Galaxy, pitted inmates against each other until they'd fight to death, rape and abuse women and get away with it because we were all condemned for a lifetime." She trembled. She hadn't spoken about her life in Kessel in such detail, because a lot of it were things she just didn't want to remember.<br/><br/>Meena looked over to the table, her jaw clenched because she'd be damned if she showed any signs of weakness in front of his man. She'd rather die than cry in front of Drak. "If it makes you happier to know... yes, I was miserable in Kessel. I wasn't even a alive. I was a moving corpse among other human wrecks. There was nothing glorious about it. There is nothing glorious about me having survived that. I just tell people what they want to hear. Nobody cares for the truth." She looked over to him. "I'm not trying to justify what I did. You saw me that night. I was hammered. Foolish. Arrogant. Greedy. I made a lot of mistakes. But I dare say I'm better than those officers on Kessel."<br/><br/>Her eyes went back to the stew and she swallowed, not feeling up for dinner after all. Not after all that. "You should eat. I'm not hungry anymore." Meena glanced at him quickly before hurrying out of the kitchen.