Ramirez didn't stop walking away until she yelled at him. He didn't feel anything. He didn't care; he wanted Fina to live with Vyse's blood on her hands. He wanted her to suffer the same way he did, when he lost not only Fina, but Galcian. But if she wanted to yell at him, then he would gladly make it worse for her. It was time to rub some salt in her wounds. He spoke again, but didn't even give her the satisfaction of looking back to look her in the eyes.
"I never lied to you. I wanted you to stay with me in Valua, Fina. I wanted to kill Vyse and Aika so that they wouldn't take you away from me. Why do you think you were in a luxurious room and not in a cell? Galcian wanted to execute you again, but I convinced him not to." Ramirez paused for a second to let that sink in, and spoke again. "When you chose to leave, I knew you had chosen Vyse over me. I knew that there was no hope in rebuilding the bridge between us. You have lost the man you love, the same way that I lost you. You took my family from me... and now you will live the rest of your life knowing that his blood is on your hands."
With that, Ramirez opened the automatic doors, and continued walking away.