She listened to his words, and she watched him kick the stones into the fountain, and she did not yell yet. "You have lost your license?" she asked, clarifying. "How did this make you feel? That you tried to save this girl, that you tried, and yet you were blamed?" she asked, pausing to look at his face.
It was an intentional goading, a press and push. "Tell me, Oliver." Another pause. "How did you feel? Were you angry? Mad? Sad?"