Save me from what? The memory of my fucking family? My sister? You think you knew better for my own fucking head than her?

[He doesn't even know what he's feeling right now. Grief, but it feels muted. Anger, but it burns in a way that's taking him out faster than it's hurting her. He doesn't want her to be here. He doesn't want to think about this, to deal with it. This was supposed to be where he could have his family again- no Hunger, no her, no problems.

The gods, he thinks he can beat. Her... he feels like he's already lost.]

What do you think your apologies are gonna fuckin' do, huh? You think you're gonna walk in here and we're just gonna be okay? Like, hey, it's fine 'cuz you also went through shit?

[He doesn't know a lot of the finer details, about the loneliness, about the careful placement of making them happy, about any of it. But he doesn't want it to matter. He doesn't want to feel bad for her. He wants to be angry, he wants to be validated, he wants to be fucking right.]

You have no fucking idea what happened. You stole ten years of my life. And you just think you can make it okay.