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“what am i supposed to say?” she asked, coldness and irritation radiating off of her. “you expect me to tell you how much i hate him, right? that he drives me crazy, that i wish he wasn’t on the team, that i’ll never forgive him for leaving me on the side of the road.” the words came out slow and monotonous. “well, yes. all of those things are true. they are. but.. a part of me cares about him and knows that he’s probably just as broken as i am, if not more. and he just.. handles it differently. and sometimes, just sometimes, i wonder what happened to him that made him this person. because i... i don’t know. i guess a part of me cares about him. isn’t that just fucking stupid? because i honestly don’t even know if he gives a damn about me, beyond my use for the heist.” she took another large sip of her wine, shaking her head. “anyway. he’s an asshole.” she shrugged, clearing her throat softly. “and that’s all i’ll say about that.”