[ the 'them' he's talking about could just as easily have been her parents, and his. up until the next comment, anyway. they'd both been replaceable to them too. it makes her expression as she looks back at him flushed and furiously defensive. the cramped quarters aren't doing anything for either of their tempers. only driving them to jab at one another.

if she were feeling generous, she would acknowledge he had at least tried to soften his honesty. she would acknowledge that he was right, and that she had thought it first, then buried the thought. she is not feeling generous. ]

Don't.

[ the word is brittle. don't bring them into this, don't force the comparison into words. ophelia is different. ophelia is good. even for all that, though, his arguments are sound. she twitches her nose as she glances away, trying to work back the stinging of her eyes. ]

You hate being trapped here so badly, come up with a better plan than throwing ourselves at the mercy of those monsters.

[ and stop going for the jugular with her. it's obvious now that she's displacing some of her resentment that he has brought up her parents onto the fact that he's twitchy and ready to leave, like he can't stand to be stuck alone with her that long. he'd leave too, if he got the chance. ]