... The fact that we view such things differently is abundantly clear to me now.

[A reply is slow in coming, mulling over what he said, jaw tight in order to try and keep her face stony and without indication of the turmoil she's felt. The pain of what she saw as a betrayal of trust, which were knives that wounded her that much deeply after... Well. No exaggeration, her entire world having been revealed to be an elaborate lie, the reminders of which she stepped upon each day.]

I'm interested to know your own definitions of such things, in your words, before I pass another judgement on the matter.

[The things he had said then, and now, hurt her. That didn't change, though.]