[Good question. Lilith's mouth twists a little, brows knitting together, as she mentally chews on the statement.

Fear, it seems, is foreign to her. It's got to be. Because--]

If I let 'em scare me, that means they've already won.

[How else could she have fought her way through planets so unforgiving, if not without an unflinching faith in her own power? For years, that had been all she'd had to rely on. There was no room for hesitation or softness. Not on Pandora, and not on any other dry waste of rock she'd set foot on before that world.

Also, she's definitely gonna ruin that profound statement.]

If anything comes near my earholes, I'm melting it and setting the goop on fire. That's it.