"What do I want?" Eithne asked, bringing her sword back around, and testing it in the air. Her anger was tangible now, if she just let it sink in she'd probably rip his face off with her hands and spit into the muscles beneath. For him to think that she'd quit. But of course it was completely out of the realm of possibility for Eithne to even attempt to rip his face off. For more reasons than the fact that she liked it where it was even if she wanted to spit on it very much right now. She slid one of her feet back behind her and readied herself for attack. "Money." She lunged forward then, this time she led with her foot and pulled both of her arms back and hacked down at him, she was close now, and he was holding her sword away from his face with his own.
"A place to call my own. A place I belong, where no one has a right to make me believe otherwise. I'm not an angry child." She slid now, backwards in the dirt as he pushed her off of him. She lot go of the sword with one hand and broke from their tight quarters. This time she came from the side, her free hand gripped the sword again and she slashed at his side. How he knew everything was coming was amazing, but she had no time to cherish that thought or question how good he actually was. "I am a white rider, maybe I'm not the perfect definition of one, but none of us will ever be. Not even you." She deflected her sword off his and pushed forward again to meet him straight on.
"I want to be here." She snapped just as he deflected another blow from her sword, this time she pulled it back and instead of attacking again with it she kicked him instead, angry at him for everything. Everything he said, everything he'd done, all piled up into this. To say he'd think she'd quit. She might have wanted to but there was always something holding her back. She was a citizen of the Free Cities, she was someone in the Riders who knew exactly what it was like to live there all of their lives and how much, or how little, the things around them could matter. How easily all of that could have been taken away. She couldn't walk away from that, she couldn't allow them to defend that for her.
It wasn't just that. It was him, but she wasn't going to say that out loud.