She would have continued right along if he hadn't directly stopped her. She didn't readily know what to say either. In fact, she was pretty sure if she just stood there and ignored him eventually he'd either blow up entirely, or he'd finally take his leave and just stop trying to break her down even more than he already had. But while she supposed she could have been cruel, she chose not to do that to him. She did remain silent, however, at least for a few moments after he was finished.

It must have been brief, but it felt like hours, and days, and perhaps like time had stopped as he addressed her. And she played each thing over in her head carefully, the analysis kicking in to figure out what he actually meant.

"...after all you've put me through."

He didn't have to go through anything. If he did, he wanted to. And if he'd wanted to, it must have been because he was doing so for her.

"There's nothing I can do to stop you, and it's making me furious."

That was probably true. She doubted she'd give him the chance to control her in such a way. She didn't want to give that kind of power to anyone, though.

Her weight shifted onto her right foot and she lifted a hand to rest upon her hip as she finally looked towards him. She still didn't know what to say and she was ninety-eight percent certain that whatever she said he was going to throw a tantrum over. So she watched him and waited to see if there was anything else he needed to get out. In that moment, she felt as unchanging as stone beneath rain and sleet.

But very attentive stone.