[well, there's the last of her patience and restraint. there it goes. bye.

while tugging to get her hand free:] It's wrong because I LOVE YOU, you thick-headed buffoon! [yank. oh and the tears, those are back.] And it isn't fair to you, because you do not know me! And it isn't fair to me! To play pretend by, by preying on you! I'm too old! [another tug.] Too old for this! For playing around! For make-believe!

[one more feeble tug before she gives up, heavily slumping back to the ground on her knees, her head falling into her free hand as she squeaks out a sob.]

It's not fair...!