"He asked a question?" Her voice rises, "So what? Why does his question matter so much? What makes him matter so much? He-"

He left her to die. He let her die. He never cared about her. She hates him. She hates the way he looks at her, the way he tries to apologize, the way he's always there and she can never shake off the memory of-

"Do you just love him more than me!? Is that it!?"

She regrets those words the moment they leave her mouth, but she can't take them back, not now. It would be an admission that she was in the wrong. An admission of guilt. And she refuses to do that. She's almost shrieking at him now.

"Or maybe you're just trying to find a way back to the good old days when I wasn't there to be in between the two of you!"