Right, because you're the fucking nice one, the one everyone—

[ She physically bites her tongue. She doesn't want to fight with him. She really doesn't, not anymore.

The mess of emotions she's spent half the conversation suppressing have been stirred up again. She swallows, tastes iron. Exhales. ]

It is simple for you. But it isn't for me. I can't just— just—

[ She can't give up, can she? Because then she did everything she did for nothing. ]