Seaside Moors keep coming back

"No," Raleska bristled, feeling her cheeks light as if coal stirring beneath a disturbed fire. "You don't get it." Why did she have to beg him, or tell him what to do? He was so god-damned autonomous when it came to what he wanted to do, but now he was figuratively submitting himself to her feet, making this grandly romantic gesture of subservience when all she had wanted was a little fucking volition of his own accord...

She suppressed the urge to snap in his face. Instead her tone became eerily quiet. "I shouldn't have to tell you. You should just want to, because you believe it is the right thing to do." By submitting to her will or waiting upon her beck and command, he was making himself the martyred marionette and she the cruel master that pulled at his strings. And down the line he would become embittered she had been so controlling, and she would become indifferent he'd turned so feeble: how was that possibly a recipe of happiness? If she wasn't always around to tell him what to do, who even knew if he would stay?! "I don't feel shit in my bones, except for I've been let down too many times -- by everyone -- to trust in that to change.

Do it, or don't.

But I am not your master. And I won't beg for what I deserve, either."