Haunted Wood we set fires in the snow.

"you did," she admitted, "but being grateful did not mean I was going to stay in my place." she shifts, watching as he turns away. he's hurt, obviously, but incredibly thick to believe that she should be made complacent because he'd led her here. 

he elaborates, and it is clear he's struggling to hide his feelings. hers are warped, messy too, but she's just as unwilling to share them now. "vengeance is dead," she says bluntly, though the words still sound unreal, distant. "we can be whatever we want. so are you are with me, or against me?" he mentions bringing her to the top alongside him, and she fervently hopes he realizes that it could go either way. but she won't bribe him with promises; she needs to know where he tands.