[ Did he hurt you? No, but he wanted to. No, but he tried. He'd choked her, sure, had bashed her head against the bars of that cell, yeah, had kicked her in the gut until she could barely move before yanking her over by the hair. Yeah, he'd done those things, but it could have - would have - been much worse. She'd been lucky.

Ellie swallows, thinking of when she'd slipped from the table and barely escaped David's gun, wondering (not for the first time) if he hadn't hit her on purpose. ]

I'm not pretending. [ She mutters, and the memories with their associated grief wells up within her again, sickening. ] I just don't want to go through all the... fucking details, okay?

[ She shifts, crossing and uncrossing her ankles. ]

They were eating people. [ Ellie shrugs, not looking at him. ] They were gonna do that to me, but I got away. He made the mistake of coming after me again, so I killed him.

[ But, God, it was so much more complicated than that. ]