Then you can't protect me, and you can't keep me safe -- and I would say the same to any of you that wanted to call yourself my friend.

[And maybe that's another reminder of why she doesn't think she really can be friends, actual friends, with the wardens; maybe it just reminds her that she can't forget how alone she actually is here. It doesn't matter. It can't. Nothing but survival matters, at least until they're through the Land of the Dead.]