Fina followed him, she didn't know why but she was so upset that she needed more answers than this. He was completely wrong,"You never told me anything, you didn't even care or want to tell me something so I can even believe you! You left me, you didn't even try to contact me for seven years! You tried to kill me, you killed every person I ever cared about." She continue to cry at him until he just poured more salt in her wound.
She was so upset she wanted to end whatever was left of her life. Approaching him from behind, she grabbed the hilt of his sword and pulled it from the sheath on his waist. "You can have my blood on your sword, Rami." Fina was not Ramirez, she could not live with such sorrow like he could and grow stronger.
Raising the side of the blade against her throat, she had it pressed so hard that there was already a thin slice there.