Frustration mounts on top of frustration on top of a myriad of other emotions. She's not listening to him in the slightest, just wallowing in this fucking self-pity, like she has any fucking right after what she did to him-

And then she speaks out loud, and despite his words moments earlier, something inside him snaps, and he turns towards her, fury in his eyes as he meets hers intentionally for the first time since he's arrived.

"For the love of- if you want me to kill you that badly-"

There's a distinct clicking sound as he raises his arms at her, protective caps unlatching from his finger tips.

"-maybe I fucking will!"