That's my line, isn't it? You're the one that let them get away so that they could shoot their mouths off about both of us. Good work, Elena.

[She sounds annoyed, but they both know she doesn't really care. Not anymore. People had been pushing and she was pushing back. It wasn't her fault things had gotten out of hand. She wasn't supposed to get hit with lightning, and she wasn't supposed to get blasted by memories of flying lanterns for dead people from her past.]

You know, you're the biggest buzzkill.