Evan glanced over. "If you're not going to see her or talk to her again, why does it matter if she hates you or not? Isn't a given that she's gonna dislike you anyway when you abruptly stop talking to her?" he asked, amused and curious.
"I don't tell myself anything to sleep at night, John. That's who you has to qualify your own existence to yourself," he said, his voice bitter and cold.