"Then why do I feel so shitty about it?" Only when her chin is tucked into her chest, like a small bird huddling up against a storm, does she open her eyes again. She feels like the weight of her stare could bore a hole in the floor. Maybe if she were a bit more spectacular. "I feel like I failed him. He gave me every single opportunity to walk away, and I didn't take it because I thought I had this." She lets out a derisive sound somewhere between a snort and a laugh. "I was fuckin' wrong about that."