Anna’s eyes snap away, drop to the nearest object that’s even semi diverting, which in this case is some kind of potted plant that looks a little like it has a face. She tries to get distracted by it, but it doesn’t work because that would be too easy.
There’s nothing to say to that.
He’s sighing, and the smell of the cigarette smoke has wafted in her general direction enough to be noticeable, and she very carefully doesn’t cough or make any faces because she doesn’t know if she’s allowed to (not that there are real rules like that, it’s something else entirely that would give her the right to do something like make a face or complain about the smoke or tell him to stop so he doesn’t die, and right now she’s like ninety-nine percent sure she’s lost that right).
”I mean… bloody hell, Anna. You’re dead. I… I buried you… or, well, there was a funeral. Obviously there wasn’t a - body, but… You were dead!”
There was a funeral? No, no no no, she'd never thought...
”And you vanish and… we stay and die and… then you just come back. Like that.” - she doesn’t mean to flinch when he snaps his fingers, and she does her best to shift around in place afterwards, to make it look like that’s not what it was at all - ”Just like nothing ever happened, like you didn’t bloody… abandon us, and drop off the face off the earth like I, like… we never meant… Shit.”
She doesn’t know what she’s supposed to say to that. She wishes there was some way she could get angry and fight back, except for how that wouldn’t fix anything, anyway, and she’s never actually gotten mad at Aaron so doing it now would do nothing to make things feel like they used to.
Besides that, he’s right about all of it, and there’s nothing to get angry about, not on her end.
“I’m sorry,” like that’s all she knows how to say, and blinking back tears really doesn’t work by this point, “Aaron, really, I am. I didn’t realize...” Didn’t realize what, exactly? That running away meant leaving him behind, too? That everyone else would die? That leaving would be for nothing, and that a normal, safe life is impossible? Maybe all of it. “...it would matter that I was gone.”
Which is not what she meant to come out with at all.