Sonia looks at him, her hands curled tightly over her knees, wishing desperately she had something to hold onto. Something to comfort her. Anything.

You make me cruel. That feels like a kick to the stomach, and it shows on her face, no armor to protect her. She chokes back a sob at that, her face flushed, glistening with tear tracks.

How is she supposed to take any of this? Is she supposed to take him at his word? What kind of lies are these, anyway, if they are lies? If that's an admission of loyalty, then what the hell kind of loyalty is that? She had always wanted to be good to him, because he was important, because he deserved it, because she loved him in a way she's never loved anybody else and suspects she never will, because theirs had never been an ordinary bond. Her shoulders shake.

"But you did," she says accusingly as she bursts into tears, breath hitching in her throat. "You knew it would hurt, that it would really hurt. You must have, or else you really are stupid. You abandoned me anyway."

She knows she must seem childish, but she doesn't know which of them is being more selfish.