"You could have, Stanton. You could have trusted me to not get myself killed. I don't... I don't blame you for it, as much as I want to, but it doesn't make it hurt less," she mutters, moving her hand from his so that she can wrap her arms around his neck, fingers twining in his hair. "I tried to protect you from the Atrox, and you turned around and threw that in my face."