Erika laughed. It was a bitter sound.
"You think that’s what this about? Me getting my ass kicked? You must be stupider than I thought."
She was silent for a moment.
"I am not disposable. If it wasn’t for me you’d still be in District 13, probably rotting away in a cell since you obviously don’t know how to keep a prisoner. All I have ever fucking done is try to keep you safe, and you think I’m disposable."
Dylan sat in eerie silence for a moment, letting the words sink in as new anger threatened to make itself known. That’s what this was about. He’d tried to push parts of the fight away, as if they had never happened. He didn’t want to talk about any of it. Wanted to let it die.
“I never asked you to do that. I never wanted you to look out for me. I can look out for myself. I don’t need you making sure I keep out of trouble, Erika. Until now, I’ve been fine on my own.”
“You just… You got in the way. I didn’t ask you to do that.”