Layla flew backwards and hit the mats, her anger fueled her. "I am made strong because I rely on no one. Friends die, they leave or are used against you." She picked herself up, remembering her one friend, they one who left her to fend for herself, the one who made her a victim in the first place. No she thought to herself as she shook her head to clear it of the memory. "I will never be weak again, I will never be a victim to ANYTHING ever again." She spat at him, but deep down she knew he was right, she was scared, scared of reverting back to the pathetic wretch she had been as a child. Unable to protect herself.