[She moves towards him like she might push him, but there's no sense in that when he's up against the counter already, so she just crowds him, fuming.]

How the fuck am I supposed to change, huh? I died for a kid I don't know and a man who moved on from me like I was nothing, and then they went on to be a happy little family until he got his skull caved in by some other survivor.

Every single person in my world is competition. I don't get to live any other way.