Yeah. I know. I'm... it's okay. I mean, it's not okay, but... I'm not mad at you. I could never be.

[She's a teenager. Inevitably, they had their spats, her silent treatments and little acts of rebellion here and there over the years. But he died for her. She knew, always, he would never let harm come to her if he had any say in the matter.

She just never thought she'd watch him go to the slaughter before her very eyes. She can still recall the heat of his blood on her face.]

I know you'd rather be with us.