Gem growled, but it was more of a pain-filled sound than anger at the moment, and she dug her nails into the fleshy parts of her hand. "So he just gets away with saying the games deserved to blow up that people deserved to d.." She cut herself off from finishing the word and swung, but instead of swinging at him, she swung at a nearby rubbish bin instead.
She wasn't going to break down, goddamit. She was stronger than that. She had to pull herself together. She knew he was right logically, but logic was a hard won battle, she was trying very hard to contain everything, but it was getting hard. She had tried to remember everything she had been taught.
"So whose place is it?" She managed, darkly. The problem was, without the anger, she knew grief was in the offing and she didn't want either of them. "No-one else was shutting him up."