Redhawk Caldera What if time doesn't do what it's supposed to do?

No. You weren't just confused. She wasn't going to let him turn her into the unreasonable one. Not without setting the record straight, the way she heard it, even this one last time. I came here to tell you how I felt and how I need things to be. And you chose to take it as some kind of personal attack on you. Because that's how you always take it. You can never just assume that I don't want to hurt you, or just fucking ask like a normal person would.

That was essentially what had doomed them, in her opinion. He might have had faith in her at one point, but it was a little cathartic to find that it was still gone. There really wasn't anything to salvage here.

I know you don't give a shit, but you could at least have the decency to be honest. You know that you didn't need to ask how I was. And you know what those feathers were. It was like she was hearing him for the first time. She'd been too emotional in previous fights to notice, but in this one, her anger brought a weird kind of clarity. He was pinning everything on her so effortlessly. This isn't a case of 'we do better apart'. This is a case of you saying you care about me, then treating me like shit because you don't like when I have feelings.

Her voice was ice. She'd expected this visit to lay the groundwork for leaving what they had behind, letting her at least travel and have him show up without fearing to face him. She didn't expect it to burn the entire thing to ashes in a single exchange. Absence did not, apparently, make the heart grow 'fonder'.