Zoe didn't want logic. She didn't want the man in her life to be siding with the man who was once a large part of her life. This was not how she wanted to talk about her feelings.
"I know." She wasn't defeated, but something about knowing both the men were right, that Jesse was siding with Wash, didn't ease her pain or her anger. In fact, for the moment, it increased it. The Amazon rarely gave herself completely to emotions, to let the irrational govern her life. Practicality seemed her way of life, and yet she wanted nothing more than to yell, to tell Jesse to leave, to hit him, to find Wash and hit him. They'd done nothing wrong, not really, but she was very unhappy with them both at that exact moment.
She just turned and walked to one of the windows. She wasn't crying; she just couldn't look at Jesse without feeling a violent urge. That she knew these feelings were very unlike her and the desire to do something that would harm people she cared about did not help matters.
Zoe's shoulders slumped as the thought came to her, perhaps not for the first time. She wished the man who had turned her into a so-called honest woman had stayed dead. It was selfish, dark, and shameful, and it was a very painful truth/half-truth.