The raise of an eyebrow is about all the warning he's likely to get.
"Actually, you don't," she says, stopping abruptly in the aisle to face him. Her voice is tense but calm, and very, very even.
"Just like I don't know how it feels to be abused like that by someone you should have been able to trust. You can't imagine it. Even if I stood here and told you every detail about it you still couldn't fucking imagine it, because you weren't there. You didn't lose everyone you know. You didn't walk until your feet were raw, you didn't starve until you were eating pine bark for days, you didn't lose feeling in parts of your hands because they froze, just to name a few things. And, quite honestly, fuck you for trying to bridge it over to being the same."
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"Actually, you don't," she says, stopping abruptly in the aisle to face him. Her voice is tense but calm, and very, very even.
"Just like I don't know how it feels to be abused like that by someone you should have been able to trust. You can't imagine it. Even if I stood here and told you every detail about it you still couldn't fucking imagine it, because you weren't there. You didn't lose everyone you know. You didn't walk until your feet were raw, you didn't starve until you were eating pine bark for days, you didn't lose feeling in parts of your hands because they froze, just to name a few things. And, quite honestly, fuck you for trying to bridge it over to being the same."