"At least when I care about people, I put them before myself. I don't fuck with their heads because they did something I don't like." Anna clenched her fists as tight as the knots in her chest. She wanted to scream at him, but she kept her voice level. Cold, but calm. Too calm, probably. Especially when they both knew what kind of rage was bubbling under the surface between them.
"You're not treating me like everyone else! This dream thing is engineered specifically to hurt me. And the people I'm with. You didn't just pick this at random and then throw random people together, J. You hurt so you want to make me hurt and that's not what love is about."
Anna breathed in through her nose slowly, trying to calm her temper. It didn't help. She was so angry she was shaking. "And I trusted you to be different because of it. I guess we both got fucked in the end. Whatever I thought you were was a charming lie to try and win me over. You've never cared about anyone but yourself."