[ She wants to ask, desperately, how, what forming an agreement with the very same people behind the torture of so many of their friends, the permanent loss of numerous residents of the underground bunker, and their captivity could possibly have accomplished. Joining with them wasn't the right path, and just when she thought she could make a difference, fight back in her own way--

There are so many things about his decision that Sharon can't even hope to understand, but she'd known that she and Break weren't always going to view things in the same way. And now, of course, he's trapped in an even worse way, and so is she. Until she finds a way to destroy that contract, she knows he'll keep following their orders. For her. To keep her safe.

... What a stupid, idiotic, utterly hopeless brother. It's a thought only cemented when she stares up at him, only to realize why he's hunched like that with one hand protectively over his eye.

It's an impulsive movement, the way she reaches out to grasp that hand, to tug it away. ]

Then amend them. Stop shutting people out.

[ The yelling has certainly taken its toll, as she'd expected. Her voice is all too quiet and fragmented, made even worse by the burning thickness in her throat. ]

It's going to take my idiot of a brother the rest of his life to make this up to me, so don't you dare think you can shake me off so easily. You're still my responsibility, after all.

[ Strong words for someone who was still crying, but she'd ignore that much for now. ]