Kitty let her finish, but when Liz stood, Kitty was already standing. Where Liz couldn't meet her gaze, Kitty forced it and held it.

"Of all the people you talk to, you choose me to pull this bullshit tantrum on? I don't think so. Where the hell do you get off telling me I don't know real love? Where the hell do you get off expecting me to be impressed because you have some jumped-up off-brand empathy when I know ten people who could tell you your entire life in a blink of an eye, but wouldn't because they respect your mental and emotional integrity--even though you're sixteen and you don't respect it.

"Fuck you, little girl. I am living your 'maybe-someday I'll lose him' and I am not the only one. Fuck you, seriously, child. Go to your room."