She's so nervous when he doesn't say anything, when he squeezes her hand harder than ever before, that the words come out in a rush.
"I want to get out," she tells him. "They're doing this because they can't control Louisiana. It's not fair. For her, for Florida, for you--"
She finally summons the courage to look at his hands, at least. "So I did my job. I patched Jersey up. And I--I called Florida, Wash. As of this morning, I work for him, too.
"It doesn't fix what happened. And it doesn't make it right. If you're mad at me, I'll--I'll go. I won't hurt you anymore.
"Or I'll stay. I'll answer every question you have, honestly and completely. Because I'm sick of Control trying to tell us how to live, and because I--"
She can't say she loves him. Not after all of that. It would be manipulative and cruel, and he doesn't deserve it.
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"I want to get out," she tells him. "They're doing this because they can't control Louisiana. It's not fair. For her, for Florida, for you--"
She finally summons the courage to look at his hands, at least. "So I did my job. I patched Jersey up. And I--I called Florida, Wash. As of this morning, I work for him, too.
"It doesn't fix what happened. And it doesn't make it right. If you're mad at me, I'll--I'll go. I won't hurt you anymore.
"Or I'll stay. I'll answer every question you have, honestly and completely. Because I'm sick of Control trying to tell us how to live, and because I--"
She can't say she loves him. Not after all of that. It would be manipulative and cruel, and he doesn't deserve it.