"We're all going to disappear, don't you get it?!"
Claire was still struggling against his grip, fighting him as she'd done since he'd tossed her in here, but with that statement, she was looking at him while she twisted and squirmed. Green eyes flashed angrily, chin jutted furiously and her expression looked every bit like she was plotting his downfall for the moment she could actually stage it. It wasn't that she truly was, however. It was that he'd finally figuratively hit her in the place she had been successfully ignoring, the knowledge that removing herself from her pain and anger was to remove herself from much of what remained in this place. The wound, once opened, grew fast.
"Or maybe you don't, YOU HAVE A WHOLE FAMILY STILL," she said, the words nasty and a part of her brain knowing it, but unable to halt the statement about things Dean had no control over, "but all that's happened since I got here was getting people back I'd lost only to lose them again or getting new people only to lose them too and missing all these chances with people that other people got because they were the RIGHT people and I'M NOT and watching all the stupid right or wrong timelines GO AWAY ONE BY ONE and I'm going to have to GO BACK when I'm the ONLY ONE LEFT."
Without anything more than unspecifics, the words likely made sense only in Claire's mind, but it had started an avalanche of things she hadn't wanted to address and now couldn't ignore because she was conscious and her brain was become sluggishly capable of more and more.
"I don't want to think about it, I just want to sleep, and you shoved me in cold water and made me think about it, and," she said, tears mingling with the water on her cheeks, but even then, the three words that could so easily fall in the heat of moment – I hate you – never came because, furious or not, she couldn't level that at him, even right now, "I hope you're happy with yourself!"