You're a real bastard sometimes, you know that?

[he scoffs a little—he's already more than realizing that this isn't going to work. he's too pissed off to keep his cool, and ash is.

well, ash.]

If you really think I'd go hitting the trigger to take you out after all this. [what's next isn't another scoff, but an agitated, hollow laugh.] Put up with all your embarrassing, derisive crap and still tried to make sure you'd get out of here alive.

...But I'm not the trustworthy one here. Maybe you should've killed me instead of kissing me if that's how you felt.