<"Shut up,"> she said darkly in warning, <"I don't want to hear any more plans. I don't want to hear any of this. I don't think you ever understood how much I never wanted to leave Ireland even after I got hurt. I never wanted to be here. And I'm tired of having to talk about it and covers and everything. I can't fucking take this mystical bullshit tearing into everything.">
Keeping the gun leveled at him, she took a few very careful steps and went into their bathroom. Then she shut and locked the door, settling against it with her back pressed to the wood. If he wasn't just going to leave, then she would isolate herself and stuff cotton in her ears. Did they have any cotton balls? Fuck a duck. That would require her getting up and looking.