[ She may be calm--well, "calm"--but the sass isn't going anywhere. If it's ever anyone's fault that they start bickering, it's him, since he's usually the one that makes it necessary for her to screech at him. But maybe "sass" isn't a good word, either. She's fucking livid. God knows she'd love to upgrade to screaming at him right now. If only she had some code to tinker with. A .chr file to edit. She could fix this so easily... ]

Don't tell me what you can't be. I'm not accepting that.

[ She strolls ahead, which she was going to do regardless of if he gestured for her to. That first promise isn't enough. Not when she knows what other things they promised each other. No goddamn way is she going to give up on getting what she deserves. ]

Follow me. I'm not telling you anything until you see proof of what you promised me. [ She pauses to look over her shoulder at him. ] There's no "him". There's only you.

[ On she goes, moving with purpose, ultimately heading towards her room. It's fine. Everything's good. It's just like reloading from an earlier save file. She can fix this. With enough time, she can fix anything. ]