[Under normal circumstances, she'd easily deflect that remark or fire back with another quip, but now, there's a sudden, sharp pang of hurt-grief-anger through their psychic connection. Though it isn't reflected in her voice, which remains calm, forced into a detached tone, it's already obvious: somehow he's struck a nerve.]
You know what? Forget it. Keep feeling sorry for yourself if you want to so bad.
[Maybe she is jealous. She knows what it's like to be completely alone, after all, and the few people who would have gone to bat for her are long gone. That was kind of the point she was trying to make.]
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You know what? Forget it. Keep feeling sorry for yourself if you want to so bad.
[Maybe she is jealous. She knows what it's like to be completely alone, after all, and the few people who would have gone to bat for her are long gone. That was kind of the point she was trying to make.]