Eventually her hands sink back down to her side loosely, breathing heavy from crying and screaming her head off at him. It feels like a weight has finally been lifted off her chest. After so many months they finally addressed what happened in a real way. While she's not happy about the answer, it's honest. She'd still be punching him if he said anything less than that. "I know you would. You'd do whatever it takes keep him away from us." She doesn't bother keeping the resentment out of her voice. She never asked him to die for any of them. She didn't have to. For better or worse, this is who he is. He won't leave Jessica or anyone else to suffer if he can help it. She accepts that even when it hurts.

She raises one hand to wipe her face. Her expression softens as she looks up at him. Her outburst has been a long time coming, but that doesn't make it okay. He'd never hit her because he was upset. She shouldn't do it either even if he's essentially a tank. "I'm sorry I hit you. That wasn't right."