She didn’t fortify that with a response. Instead she opened her mouth to speak again, but nothing came out. She thought about groveling at his feet, but she didn’t know what she would say. It was strange, there was still the dislike for him sitting within her, for all that he was a part of, for all he represented, for all that he did to her. Nothing of what she wanted to say came out. It was all in there, just stuck underneath her rib cage, unwilling to vocalize itself. She didn’t know how to voice the tangled web of thoughts in her head. She thought she should thank him as well.