She could tell she hit a nerve just by observation and her anger boiled over. She was shaking with rage, palpably at that. The next thing she said was said softly but spoke volumes... "I thought I could come to you with something I would not wish others to know, that you, of all people, would understand and empathize with. My apologies." And with that, she stood and took the remainders of the mess to the sink.

She continued to shake, everything she had endured since her nightmare situation began, the anger she felt for the man who took her innocence and then disappeared, the anger for the man who took her family, and the anger she felt toward Tris was only the last of the straws for her.

A whistling noise started to fill her ears along with her heart beating a hard tattoo against her ribs. The color had drained from her face, her face taking on a gray tinge. She was going to faint, it felt like. But she was angry and didn't even want to look at him for him to see just how badly it affected her.

She was breathing shallow breaths as she sought to steady her nerves. She braced herself against the sink, hands white knuckling whilst she did. Then she simply started toward the door, not caring if he followed, not caring about his potential worry, not caring that she was close to sliding herself to the floor. She was angry enough that words were failing her. Tears started to blind her and she used the closest wall to keep herself upright even as she stumbled blindly and dizzily toward her room.