sleepwelljudas:

Actually I don’t know that. I’m not sure of anything except myself and, recently, not even that.

^{[ Tony looked at her, his seriousness covered with his usual mask of confidence and amusement; though he wasn’t amused in the least. ]}

I told you years ago to back up your memories, Tony. But no- you don’t listen to me. You never listened.

[ It was easy to blame herself for what had happened between them, but it was even easier to blame him. He didn’t wait for her; and after she thought he had killed her father- her already fragile mind had snapped. It was hard for her to keep it together sometimes… ]

You know what I want. What do you want?