"We've had this conversation time and time again because you never listen to it. Not ever. You're always so convinced that we're wrong and you're right. You're also a paranoid control freak, so the idea of letting anyone else make their own choices quite possibly terrifies you." She was oddly calm when she spoke to him, her head tilted and eyes narrowed with a detached interest. Matter of fact, because that was the truth. She knew him better than anyone, probably. Even their brothers, because so many centuries together. She had seen the best of him and suffered through the worst, and loved him anyway. "I wanted you to support me. To help me. And yes, it hurts me that that was too much to hope for from you. I would have had your back, I think I've more than proven that now."
Her smile became almost sad and she scooted away from him on the bed, looking at him with something that was almost like pity. "I know you believe it's in our best interests, but the truth is, everything you do is always in your own best interest. You've just managed to delude yourself into thinking that what's best for you is also best for everyone else. Well, me." She knew that he loved her as much as he was capable of it. And how possessive he was, and his overwhelming need to control everything.
"I don't know how I can trust anything again." Her gaze dropped again, and she grabbed the pillow, hugging it to herself as if it was armor. "Even now, it's like there's a part of me just waiting for you to rip my heart out again. And another part just wanting you to get on with it so it'll be over. Rationally, I know I'm not in the Cage any more, but it feels like an instinct I can't shake." Her fingers twisted around the fabric of the pillow. "You know, technically I haven't slept in over fifty years. I just can't do it."