It horrifies her. Alone is the worst possible thing a person could be, and she knows that truly, deep down, he doesn't feel that way. He wouldn't be so fucking upset if he didn't give a damn about Watson. He wouldn't have saved him, and he sure as hell wouldn't be so upset right now over the guy being pissed with him.

The arrogance of it pisses her off, too -- the way it can only piss off someone in the awkward years between child and adult, with all the heart and need to live and grow, and none of the power to control her path.

"Must just be great," she whispers. "Having so many people who care about you. Enough that you could ever think about throwing 'em away."