"That never works," she says, which they both obviously know. Sylvie had gone the opposite route, had thought about nothing but the things she hated most, the things she wanted to destroy because of how they had destroyed her.

That hadn't worked either.

"Nothing that bothers us this much ever stays quiet," she continues, not quite looking at him as she speaks. Meeting his gaze would make it more difficult. "Do you want to tell me?"