[She doesn't understand why. Why it needs to be brought up, why he's making her repeat it, but that's something he always does. Has her say things out loud, forces her to face it, to turn things she wants to ignore into reality and she hates it.

But he says I need you to tell me and she knows that deep down it's not a secret. Not to him. He knows, definitely knows, has to live with this knowledge every single day and can't afford to shove it under layers and layers of other thoughts, like she does.

She's out of threads to pull and wishes, really wishes, he would let it go and she knows he won't let it go because it's his life-it's something he can never get away from. So he might have to step forward, or maybe he can hear her just fine with the silence around them, but she's not speaking any louder and repeating herself is out of the question.]

He said you killed them. He said-there's a dark thing in your heart that does that and-

[That he lives with the unbearable guilt.]

That it spreads. That you won't be happy.

[Maybe because it spreads and-]

That sometimes my voice is 'noise.'

[And naturally, the creme de la creme of it all.]

That you burned down that scary place.