[Something in her breaks. Under his gaze, she feels less than. She feels shattered. Burnt out. A lightbulb blinking before its inevitable extinction.]

Why are you doing this to me?

[She rubs fiercely at the corners of her eyes. She will not cry for him anymore.]

Will isn't here. There's nothing to be gained by hurting me, or by comforting me. You already killed me once. Do you want to do it again?