[His grip tightens against her arm as her words sink in, and it's then that she finally pulls her arm, albeit not sharply, from his grip.]
Don't even go there.
[She doesn't want his pity, his anger, his desire for revenge on her behalf. She wants it in the past where it belongs. There were very few that could do anything like that to her ever again, and one of them was standing in front of her, pissed that it had happened at all. There was something to be said for that, at least.
Still, she realizes belatedly that it sounds like she's judging him, and for once? That's not the intent here. They both know he's done the same and worse. Right now, that's not the point.]
It's not worth it.
[There was also nothing to be done about it, so expending emotional effort on it was dumb.
Also sometimes unavoidable, as proven in this moment, but something she liked to stay away from as much as possible.]
no subject
Don't even go there.
[She doesn't want his pity, his anger, his desire for revenge on her behalf. She wants it in the past where it belongs. There were very few that could do anything like that to her ever again, and one of them was standing in front of her, pissed that it had happened at all. There was something to be said for that, at least.
Still, she realizes belatedly that it sounds like she's judging him, and for once? That's not the intent here. They both know he's done the same and worse. Right now, that's not the point.]
It's not worth it.
[There was also nothing to be done about it, so expending emotional effort on it was dumb.
Also sometimes unavoidable, as proven in this moment, but something she liked to stay away from as much as possible.]