"Is that all?" conflicted, Xula stood with Lizzie held in a cradle, "-you're going to walk away without saying anything," she paused, "-take care, and rest…"
"What else do you want?" he turned, "-I said this before, you need rest."
"What do you mean I need rest," taking a strong foot forward, "-what about you, disfigured and hurt beyond recognition."
"Don't," he interrupted, "-you've done enough."
"I've done enough," sighing, "-I'VE DONE ENOUGH?" the pitch rose, "-do you know the reason why I work so hard?" crinkled in anger, her eyebrows tightened.
"Of course, I do," he said with a stoic face, "-you work hard to forget, listen to me," barely standing, "-I'm doing this because I want to. I know you worry, still, let me be selfish."
"Selfish," a not so healthy giggle escaped, "-what about me, can I be selfish?" she asked.
