There's no such thing as fate. We make our own destinies, I suppose you're just too weak for that though.

[Scowling, she looked away for a moment, trying to get her own feelings under control.] ...You can say what you want...but if you truly cared about him, you would have been the one bleeding on the floor. Not him.

[She was still sore over that and it wasn't likely to go away any time soon.]