"Your sister loved you." His tone is quiet in the face of her verbal assault. "I met her, if you recall. An interview you set up. She spoke well of you. And as for Three, I know you had happy memories there, dancing on the beach and the like. You told me about them yourself and agreed that their memory would have to live through you."

His gaze hardens, none of the compassion he'd just been displaying in his previous speech to her at all present. "And here you are drinking away your life, killing them over again, and this time there's nothing to blame but your own actions."