"Cell scrapings. Scytale had some from you." She says this but doubt is beggining to show in her voice. Maybe...

"My Duncan is a ghola...one of a long line. The tyrant went through them like a slig through garbage. Crushed dozens of them under his body in his thousands of years reigning." She senses Ghanima's offense at the term, latches on to it. She can't help herself. This is only a fraction of the pain he caused me!