"I don't know if he's right or not...I fucking know, but what I do know is I never wanted it to come to this, Tate..." The tears were rolling down her cheeks all over again, but this time there were no sobs, just hot tears stinging her eyes and staining her face. "I never wanted you to leave me alone...but I...I don't know if I can do this...this is just..." she shook her head and wiped the tears from her face. She didn't want to cry anymore, but it was kind of pointless because she couldn't stop.
"I...I don't even know how to handle this, Tate. I...I think I just need to...to be alone for awhile." She said, her voice barely even a whisper with those last few words. She couldn't bring herself to actually tell him to go away, but it was close enough, and she was pretty sure the 'go away' thing wouldn't work here the way it did at the Murder House, but she didn't want to say it, just in case, because however much she hated him right now and however much she didn't want to be around him, there was still some tiny little piece of her that was hoping that maybe, somehow, they could get around this.