"I'll age fifty fucking years waiting for you to say something worth listening to," she snaps, anger bubbling over again before she has a chance to stop it.

"You're not more mature than me. You're nothing. You're a smug motherfucker who thinks he's the most special thing in existence. Like a fucking toddler. You're not. You're like every single fucking evil man we had back home. No fucking difference. You haven't even made my life that much fucking worse."