Her breaths shudder as she weeps. There is no ceremony here, none that belongs at home, anyway, and she has little reason to cling as tightly to her facades here, and now. In how much she hates him, he sees parts of her that no others do, and shouldn't have to. She feels he only knows all of her ugliness.

"I wonder at how you lie, where you stop. Did you think such things when we laughed, and played at friends? Were you waiting?"