She wouldn't ever hold him not listening to her before he was attacked against him. Did she wish he had? All the time. But by the time they'd had that conversation, he was already out there on the streets of a warzone Lawrence. Maybe if he'd turned around and come back he'd have been fine, or maybe he'd have been attacked anyway. Or maybe he'd have gotten hurt in the fighting at the Complex like so many others. They couldn't know and she didn't want to dwell on it, not considering how messed up he already was.
"Do you even care about us?" she reiterated. "Because I can tell you don't care about yourself right now. You'd be taking better care of yourself if you did. And it's killing me because I don't know how to fix this." The last words were whispered for fear she'd start crying and she hated crying. Even in front of him. It always made her feel like the helpless female and it was so easy to take advantage of her when she did cry. Guy had, and he was hardly the first.