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Again, his words were confusing. She looked up at him with an exasperated look. Your words and your actions never match, she told him. You tell me you care about me and that I'm your equal, but then you kidnap me and keep me in a horrible pit all alone. Her jaw tightened, closing her mouth as her expression grew angry. You used something against me that you knew would hurt me more than anything. She looked away and started limping forward again. She had not been able to erase that moment from her mind no matter how hard she tried. She just kept seeing him explain the details of his horrible act to her, knowing how it would affect her—what memories of her own it would bring up in her mind. She didn't understand how someone who cared about her could do that.

She grew angry again at his reasoning, but she couldn't deny that he was correct. You're right, she said bitterly as she limped next to him, her gaze trained on the ground. I would leave if I had the chance because you fucking kidnapped me. I don't want to be here. None of this was right, and he was being an asshole as usual.