I... Just what are you expecting of me? To cry? To confide in you that I am unhappy? To just sit on my arse and do nothing whilst I am here instead of at least attempting to live my life?

[That's when she stands, one hand gripping at the table as she just glares at him. She's painfully aware of how wet her eyes are starting to get - so long as nothing falls from them, she's keeping control, or so she's trying to convince himself. In all actuality, all she's doing then is disguising pain with anger. What does he know? He knows nothing of her. Which is fine! It's fine that he knows nothing! What isn't fine is him acting like he does know!]

What am I supposed to do if not that, then? Am I supposed to just give up and pray for a safe return home that will never come!?