I sit up, ready to bolt after him, having noticed the shakiness in his voice when saying he needs the loo. Where I can only imagine he's going to hide, crying alone. Shouldn't have asked, but it never crossed my head he'd get so triggered by this. As triggered as I still am by Anastasia and WanLu, their betrayal, all the shit that went down, back then. I push away the memories, try to erase the loop-playing image of my fist hitting WanLu's chin, my hand slapping Ana's face. My wet, sobbing voice, as I shrieked accusation after accusation at their faces. What a sad spectacle I've made of myself.