"I don't ..." She shook her head, pulling back enough that she could look at him. None of it made sense.

"Why not let me shoot him? If it didn't matter, and ... if he was going to quit, except not quit, and you didn't quit, so you're still ... you're not taking yourself away from him. You didn't quit. You're still ... loyal, and his, and you always have been, and ... I get that, I just hate it, because ..."

She bit her lip. "It's. You're. I know, it's who you are, it's what you are, it comes first. And second, and third, and then somewhere around eighth, that's me, and everything else you care about, and ... I'm ... it's too much."