"I could die any time!" Rachel snaps back, louder - as if she'd been expecting him to use that. "There's been a million opportunities for me to die and I've always gotten through them - and what about you? The things that happened to you..."

She wouldn't say they were worse than anything that happened to her.

...not outloud.

Biting back that retort, Rachel glares at him, but it's softer now, more hesitant. She doesn't like where this is going, how they've been with each other, how he's been acting. But all the same, it isn't something she can ignore either.

"What do you want me to do?"