Biting her lip, she nodded when Atlas suggested he leave. In truth, Minerva had been tempted several times to tell him to do so, but something stopped her.
"What about the families of those you've killed? Do you care about them?" she whispered hotly, closing her eyes and not wanting to meet Atlas' face. Minerva felt sick and hollow at the same time.
The fact that he cared about her just made it worse. How was she supposed to react to that?
Minerva allowed herself to glimpse up and saw Atlas looking at her intensely - confused hurt in his eyes as well. She licked her lips, then dropped her eyes back into her lap.
"I don't...know, I don't-" she began, not knowing what to say. Minerva took in a deep breath. "I don't hate you," she said slowly. A long silence followed. "I just don't like you very much right now, Atlas so please...just go."