[ oh, that stings. logically, rodion is right. this isn't the first time she tried pulling ishmael from the brink either. logically, ishmael should listen to her.

but she's had enough. she needed a place to vent, and while she knows it's wrong, her emotions -- particularly her pent-up anger and despair churning together into some fucked-up cocktail -- take precedent before rational thought. she stands up from the bed, casting rodion a dark look. ]

You think I don't know all that? I do, Rodion. Better than anyone else. But...

[ but the flow doesn't stop here. ]

You didn't answer my question. If you can give me one, I'll shut up and go to sleep and forget this all happened.