"I don't understand you, Connor." She said, frustrated. She wanted it to be more, too. But he was so hesitant, talking about all this need to protect her. She scoffed. "Protect me from what, Connor? What do I need protecting from? We live at the freaking super school for super people, what do I need to be protected from? And why the hell do I need protection from you?" She asked, more confused than she had been when they broke up. This seemed to have no justification behind it, she had no idea what Connor was talking. "Stop doing this to me, then, Connor. Please. I don't... I don't get it. Explain to me what you think you're going to do to me to hurt me. Aside from play this pull-me-in-push-me-out game."