"Oh shut up," Veronica bites out. This anger feels good, liberating -- It's a less vulnerable emotion than her earlier confusion and heartache, and she takes a hard hold of it to fortify herself. "That's a bullshit excuse, Frank."

She jabs a faintly shaking finger his way. "Monsters don't help other people, monsters don't voluntarily do selfless things. You're right, I don't need it, I don't need your bullshit, Frank, but you made a choice. You made a choice, and then another choice and then another, and it got us here, and so you better step the fuck up because now I'm invested. So if you want to slink off and feel sorry for yourself, that's too damn bad. You think you're a monster? Fine. Be better. You don't get off the hook that easy."