What if it was me this time?

She looked around, thinking, on some degree, it had to be worth it.
Protection-wise, prevention-wise, it had to be worth it.

It would amount to building up a shield that she could show off when the time was right. She fantasized, she'd say, you think you're killing me?
She'd have killed first. She'd have conquered.

If anything, she'd be entitled to laugh.

What if this time, it was me?