She wants to hit him. She wants to blow his brains out all over again, watch him get sucked into Hell. And then bring him back to do it over and over until she gets some sort of satisfaction from watching him burn.
"You think she really loved you? That you loved her? That she was anything to you but a tool for your freedom, no matter what it cost her?"
She snorts and steps even closer. "You think any woman- any girl is capable of loving the monster who keeps her locked away from the world? It wasn't love, you prick, it was Stockholm Syndrome. You. Broke. Her. You broke her to make her your willing escape plan and apocolypse all in one."
She gets bold for a semi-public confrontation, and jabs her right index finger into his chest. "Her death is on both of our hands. I'm just willing to admit it."
god they're just going to keep goading each other until someone throws the fist punch i love this
"You think she really loved you? That you loved her? That she was anything to you but a tool for your freedom, no matter what it cost her?"
She snorts and steps even closer. "You think any woman- any girl is capable of loving the monster who keeps her locked away from the world? It wasn't love, you prick, it was Stockholm Syndrome. You. Broke. Her. You broke her to make her your willing escape plan and apocolypse all in one."
She gets bold for a semi-public confrontation, and jabs her right index finger into his chest. "Her death is on both of our hands. I'm just willing to admit it."