By the time he's finished, she's in tears, and pissed off about it. Frustrated. Hurt. And maybe a little bit guilty.

"I wasn't--" She scrubs her sleeve across her eyes, growling. "I was trying to explain, you absolute dick. People don't disappear, okay? Poof, gone? Fucking never, all right? You stop looking because you have to, then you stop hoping they'll come back, then you move the fuck on because that's the option. I told you, I don't know how many places people can disappear here! I don't know how hard you look! I wasn't fucking judging you for losing people, okay, because guess what, Mr White Male Protagonist, it's not always about you!"

She crosses her arms, hugging them against herself. Much, much quieter, she adds, "I'm sorry about your friends."