[She stops, her head whipping up. Unsurprisingly, the glare she levels at him is brimming with tears.]

Dont—don't you dare—

[Her lower lip wobbles.]

You aren't sorry at all. You'd—you'd do it again, in a h-heartbeat! It's bad enough I had to see that but don't lie to me about it!

[Her shoulders heave once, twice, her voice echoing briefly before she scrubs at her cheeks.]

..."frightened" doesn't begin to cover it.

[Her voice isn't bitter. It's small again. She takes a deep, composing breath, and musters up an attempt at a smile.]

...I-I guess... you'll understand when you have to bury me, someday.

[Talk about revenge being served cold.]