Alex’s eyes flashed red in anger. A piece of the counter broke off from him gripping it too hard. “He already hated me. I wanted him to kill me. So you’re saying that your using me was perfectly okay, and my using you was somehow not.” He shook his head. He was smiling through his anger, though it was continuously bubbling up inside him. “Your relationship with my brother is not my fucking responsibility. Your fucking my brother is nothing compared to my long history with my brother. It was my fucking right to tell him whatever I saw fit to tell him. You can whine and cause a hissy fit as if I ruined you. But you ruined yourself. You’re nothing but a child that can’t take responsibility for her own stupid mistakes.” He called back to her. “Nothing changed after eight hundred years, and it sure as hell isn’t now.”
Tears were already threatening to spill as she stared back at him. “Well-- you failed at that,” she muttered. Selfishly she knew maybe they both didn’t have the right to use each other in that way but they allowed it, still she wasn’t happy at all, no because Alex had all the leverage in the matter. He used her to get Marshall to kill him, but he used her in the darkest of light where she thought she would have that moment to talk to Marshall with out outside forces pushing in, twisting it all. Sniffling more, she shook her head, looking away from him, wiping her face. “You just don’t get it, you tampered in my fucking life in a way you weren’t allowed. Next time you want your brother to kill you, don’t use me to make the guy that I love hate me!” She yelled back. “Maybe, you wanted to die, maybe you still do, I fucking get it, I had a plan I was going to die twenty some odd years ago, instead I’m this now. The only thing that really make me happy is your brother and I hate seeing him prance around with every person. That’s his life if I’m not what he wants then so be it, but I don’t like watching every person on this show come in and out of his room, so when you said make him jealous, I thought maybe it would make him finally fucking see me, but I had to tell him, that was mine thing to tell him because whatever you fucking said fucked it all up!” She yelled tears falling down her cheeks. “I know I made a mistake! I told him so my fucking self, I regret even playing your little fucking game, mostly I regret meeting you! I hate that I did it, I hate that I didn’t listen to the gut feeling, mostly I know everything Marshall said was right, but I was too fucking scared and the easiest thing was to listen to you, because I always pick the chicken way out,” She disappeared down into the infirmary, dropping the man off down with the doctor down below. Ignoring his last words, the both knew each other’s faults. He was a dick and she was a brat.
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