His words were like a knife in her chest, twisting itself deep into the truth behind the words, the truth she refused to reveal to him. What good would it do? He'd worry about it and apologize and it would be of no benefit to anyone. It was so much better to lie... Perhaps she'd learned that from him as well.

"What does it matter to you?" she asked him with vehemence, nearly demanding an answer of him. "That person that leaves me isn't this you, it's the you you become. You can't change it, and it probably won't even happen to you now that you're here, and even if it does, you won't know any differently if you ever leave this place." She was rambling, more emotion seeping into her voice as the words spouted from her mouth. She was in pain and all he was doing was making it worse.