dylan could not believe this . it wasn't that anything particularly crazy or unbelievable was actually taking place but she still couldn't believe it , her eyes seeming to be backlit with pure rage the more that words came out of his mouth . anyone would think that they were scorned lovers , exes with a tragic backstory that hadn't stood the trials of time but actually , they were just two seeming acquaintances who had gone to high school together and then seemed to do nothing but drive each other insane afterwards . ( dylan had , of course , somewhat contributed to their issues but in her opinion , they were mainly greysons fault or whichever robotic version of himself she was talking to each day ) . " that's the problem ! you want to know what i want you to say but i want you to say something real . i want you to be real , " she insists , her voice getting louder … not intentionally but passionately , dylan someone who was always talking loudly , laughing loudly and feeling every vibration of her feelings and the world around her . you only needed to look at her face for a second to know what was coming , very able to tell other people what she thought they should or shouldn't be doing without much insight into her own problematic behaviour . hi , i'm the problem , it's me . her eyes narrow at him as she launches into whatever pops into her head next , a barrage of thoughts and feelings she promised to leave behind flooding back out but they both knew she wasn't wrong . maybe it was more annoying knowing how on the money she was , that she knew she was always close to finding something in him that actually existed , a person that felt something and would really admit what was on his mind , what he wanted , needed , dreamed of . why did she want to know ? even she didn't think about that , didn't wonder about it … consider that she was deep diving into his personal life , every aspect of his world as if she was a deep sea diver and didn't know what she would do when she finally uncovered something . ( an avoider of attachment herself in a completely different way ) . " i don't have an idea of what you should be in my head . i have an idea of what i see and that isn't even a half real person . how many times can i tell you that before you get it through your thick skull ? " she's berating , insulting him and yet there's clearly at least some care underneath , some reason that she wants him to be better . she has always felt that intangible dark sadness to him and she hates it , doesn't understand how he can't look it directly in the eye and actually do some character development rather than run away from his own shadow , pretending he doesn't know he's just a weak , watered down version of the person he could be . she's about to continue talking , gaze seeming distracted when she curtly adds , " i'm sorry , i can't even take you seriously … what are you wearing ? you look stupid … " and nothing like yourself , whoever that was .