Because this is more than pride. Do you think it doesn't terrify me?

[ A pause - hovers, flat - when does she admit to being frightened of anything? She pulls in, carrying on, as bullheaded as she ever was. Kept, outside of this room, outside of him, but never from him.

Because it is pride. It's worse than pride, it's because she doesn't know what scares her more. I loathe these names, these titles, that you won't smile at me. ]

This is my chance to finally dictate anything in this house.