That makes her turn around, a flash of offended anger in her eyes. Unfortunately, as soon as her righteousness fades, it leaves her facing him, and - and what? What is there to say? How can she convince him she doesn't care? Because she doesn't. It's just some existential fear for herself that gives her...gives her that churning, miserable feeling.
"Why do you care if I care, anyway?" she asks (rather lamely). "You hate me and you hate him. So what does it matter?"
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Date: 2019-08-16 12:37 am (UTC)"Why do you care if I care, anyway?" she asks (rather lamely). "You hate me and you hate him. So what does it matter?"