Well, let's say... my mother is difficult to convince to stop once she's gotten started on anything. Like, say, random acts of violent protest. She is, of course, fond of me, but I'm... not entirely sure if I am worth more than her ideals. They may have miscalculated.

[She says that in a way that sounds like it doesn't particularly bother her.

She can almost feel the water above her—they are, ostensibly, under a lake, after all, but it's too far away to reach, and if she tries she fears that it'll come crashing down and drown them both. Counterproductive, that.]