Keep going

You keep yelling at her, not giving her a chance to speak. You're so filled with rage and anger it's all a fuzz.

"...betray me... trampy friends...ashamed of yourself...I'm not good enough...explain...our vows...how dare you..."

If you were asked to repeat half of the things you uttered, you wouldn't be able to. Not until those two last questions that you remember so clearly.

"Do you really intend to give your body to one of these guys? Am I not enough man for you?"

When you asked, you thought the answer would come quickly and be very aplologetic. Instead, she hesitates and looks up at you.

"Yes. I...I think so, yes. Both questions, yes."