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Sherry was utterly confused, and a little scared. Or a lot of both. Not to mention worried.

Armagnac was angry, and Sherry let herself hold onto that.

She got up slowly, keeping an eye on him. What had happened? Where did this come from? What had he remembered that made him suddenly hate her? She moved toward the door, again slowly, but then she shook her head. He'd wanted resolve, and she wanted to know. "No. I won't leave until you tell me why you suddenly decided to hate me."

Tears were falling and words were hard to form, but she pushed past that. "I deserve to know why." Her hands were shaking. Dammit.

Armagnac was also hissing, anger dripping inside Sherry's brain. It was something to hold onto, and the girl was grateful for it.

Sherry stared at him, the tears seeming to have stopped for the moment. She just looked at him, counting the heartbeats in the silence, and counting the steps between them. He wasn't himself right then. She'd seen him angry before. Angry and sad and happy and drugged. This was none of those. He'd never been this, even on the worst of days.

"Like hell you don't." She wasn't yelling. She didn't like yelling in tiny rooms. "You just pulled a knife on me, and I have no idea why."

Sherry held his eye, the lindwyrm in her brain continuing to ooze anger and hate.

She really didn't know, but she had a feeling arguing that anymore wouldn't help.

"Because I'm in love with you." She had a feeling he'd argue, but it was the only answer she had at the moment, and the most correct one she'd ever have.

"Of course you don't." He didn't even know who she was. She refused to lower her eyes, even though she really wanted to. "What do you want me to say?"

"I'm sorry." She turned, her hand on the door, and she froze. Or nearly froze. Her hand wouldn't stop shaking. "Can you at least tell me why you forgot me?"

The anger was gone. It slipped and fell into that great big gaping hole of cold, dark, and empty. Even Armagnac's anger wasn't enough to fuel Sherry's anymore, not with the icy numbness creeping in.

Her hand was still on the door, still shaking. "If I leave I can't come back." He'd wanted her to have resolve. "But that's what you want." It hurt, or it would have, if she weren't so numb.

"I deserve a decent answer, Jake. I deserve to know what I did that was so terrible you'd want to forget me." If she was going to hate herself, she'd like to know why.

Damn the tears.

"But I don't understand." She looked at him, her eyes searching his. She didn't know where this was coming from, but she knew it wasn't right and it wasn't normal. "That's not... I haven't lied to you, I don't hate you. If you see fear in my eyes it's because you're scaring me."