"That's rich, coming from you." It's out, hanging bitter in the air before she can stop it, before she even realizes she's saying it, and once it's there it's not something she can take back. So she doesn't even try.

"You've made it impossible to believe anything you say and you think I'm the one being dishonest? I'd ask you to make a list of what is and isn't okay for me to say to you, but I wouldn't be able to trust it," Athessa balls her hands into fists at her sides and stops walking, shaking her head. "Were you just kidding when you said you didn't want to make me miserable? Or are you really so dense that you don't know when you're being hurtful?"