[The rumbles become more like a small quake, surrounding their immediate area. He can't help it; he's kept it held back for what feels like too long, unleashing his confusion and frustration privately, but he couldn't stand if it if he lashed out at Bernadetta.

So he looks at her, frustrated and tired, tears in his eyes.]

I'm not anybody important. I'm not. I know that. So when he said he didn't need me, I felt like it meant that he didn't want my friendship. And you said it yourself -- it takes two for that.

He's hurt. And I hate that he is. But it's you that's here right now, not him. If Khalid wants to sort this out, then he should be doing it his damned self! But he won't, he left me behind, because everyone does!

[The pavement's cracks widen, and Ashe rubs at an eye.]

But I'm not-- I'm not even worth that much.