[Tess frowns. She thinks about how maybe this just feels so agonizing because it's right when the wounds are fresh and raw, that maybe it wouldn't hurt as much if she had time to better hear him out and come to terms with it. But right now he's just piling things on her while she's already one foot in the grave, and it makes her want to break his jaw.]

I fucking know that. You don't think I fucking know that? If it was the other way around, and me getting ready to put you down, I'd be telling myself that just because something's there doesn't mean I owe you the rest of my goddamn life. We never made promises like that, Joel. We knew we'd have to deal with this shit eventually.

[She pauses to wipe at her face again. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK.]

But right now I don't want this. Any of it. Right now, I want to finish the job and collect that big cache of merchandise and go the fuck home. But I don't get to do that, so instead I'm gonna be pissed at you, alright?