There are some things you're not supposed to do, even in a calignous relationship. You're not supposed to kill them and you're not supposed to maim them.
She forgets herself sometimes, with Gamzee.
So forgive her if, one night when they're kissing fierce and bloody and he has her backed up against the wall, she takes it a little too far. His hands reach up her shirt, his claws dig into her back and she is struck with an urge. If she must live her life blind to his face and blind to the world, then surely she must take something from him. She is all about justice, balance, equality. And it is simply unfair that he has not felt loss like she has.
So she arches into him, lets him feel the heat of her pressed up against him. She coaxes his tongue into her mouth, nips lightly and gently at first - brings his focus to her hips, grinding into him instead of her teeth against his tongue.
And then she bites down, hard and smooth and fast. He makes a noise - halfway between a moan and a scream, the strangest sound she's ever heard. And she draws back, spits his tongue out onto the floor. Her mouth is dripping with his blood, and she can smell the blackcurrant liquid on his lips too. His hands tighten so much on her hips that he draws blood from her too, and this is what it is to be alive. Blood and power and balance.
This is what it is to hate.