"And none of that shit would have happened if you hadn't struck that deal with him," she spits, as if the burning in her mouth could make the words hit harder in the absence of Peacemaker.

"We were kids. Do you know how many nightmares Waverly had after that? Ever wonder how many of them were about you?" Because she's certainly wondered how many times that gunshot and the sound of Daddy's body hitting the dirt has haunted her baby sister's dreams.

"We buried Willa with Daddy. You made sure she was dead long before I ever pulled the trigger."

She's fully aware that she's poking the bear, and her chin is raised defiantly. Try it. Try it.