Part of Lydia was angry all right, but not really at Allison. She was angry with herself for not being more clear, for not being able to take care of herself; for not having the same sort of fight that Allison had always had so that maybe Allison would've had more faith that Lydia hadn't needed saving. Maybe Allison would still be alive, in that case.
Sniffing, Lydia cleared her throat. This wasn't about Allison and she didn't want to talk about it. "I should go back."