His words cut her deeper than the bullets he'd shot her with. Her mouth opens and closes as she struggles to find words. For the first time in a long time she's speechless.
She sinks back against the bar, the feeling of it digging into her back helping draw her back into the moment.
"Given up..." She mutters, clenching her jaw. "You think I've given up? What? Just because I don't go hang out with a bunch of people at support groups?"
She pushes herself to her feet, glaring up at him. "What the hell do you think I've been doing all this time? I'm working. I'm trying to keep the few people we have left together and organized because I'm the only one here who can. That got left to me." She points at herself, her voice tense with anger and all the repressed emotions. "You think I want this? I'm doing this because there isn't. Anyone. Else." Her voice cracks, then, though she tries to hide it.
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She sinks back against the bar, the feeling of it digging into her back helping draw her back into the moment.
"Given up..." She mutters, clenching her jaw. "You think I've given up? What? Just because I don't go hang out with a bunch of people at support groups?"
She pushes herself to her feet, glaring up at him. "What the hell do you think I've been doing all this time? I'm working. I'm trying to keep the few people we have left together and organized because I'm the only one here who can. That got left to me." She points at herself, her voice tense with anger and all the repressed emotions. "You think I want this? I'm doing this because there isn't. Anyone. Else." Her voice cracks, then, though she tries to hide it.