[Cornelia and Oliver -- Beach]
[WHAT? Is he crazy? Mad? Does he have any idea what that implies? Words don't seem to be available at the moment, but her head shakes slightly, as if it will take his statement back. As if it will erase it from existence. Her feet keep moving. One more step. And then another. But it doesn't help. She feels so light-headed, and it's then that she realizes she's been holding her breath all this time. Cornelia takes in a few shaky breaths of air, her feet now nearly tripping over the blanket. And then she stops, but her hands are trembling at her sides.
Just tell him no. Laugh at him. Do something to make him regret those words. It would solve everything, wouldn't it? But would it hurt him? Something tells her it would, and the thought of doing so is enough to keep her from firing off a few careless words that she's certain would change his mind. A shaky hand moves to her chest, curling instinctively as her eyes lower to the sand.]
How can you say something so... reckless? And why? It hardly makes any sense. [She's afraid to hear his answer, but the mantra of words telling her to stand her ground is somehow helping her fight through the haze of fear flooding her senses.] You know nothing about me. I told you... that sort of thing is impossible. And I have only brought you unpleasant circumstances. Do you have any idea what you're asking?