She sat up when she realized what he was doing, getting dressed. Leaving. If she'd been crying and filled with hurt and pain before, now there was an undercurrent of anger making her words just as sharp as his were muted. "Peace?! Do you honestly believe I have had a moment's peace since any of this even started?"

Pippa wasn't going to bother with clothes, she pulled the loose bed sheet around herself and stood up, moving towards him. "And now I'm punish--go to hell. Why don't you just--" There wasn't anything there she could throw at him so Pippa just stood in silent rage, fists curled at her her chest, holding that sheet in place.

Didn't he realize that she heard their screams too? Their pleas and their prayers? Made many of her own?

"You played judge, jury and executioner in some sick vigilante game of justice, Rory. I'm not sure how you want me to react to that. Do I thank you? Is that it? Call you a hero, so brave and noble? Do you want my fucking gratitude?"

If he was going to leave her, she was at least going to give him reason to not come back.

"I know I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I know that. But I can't thank you for it." And she couldn't stand this anymore. "I can't be thankful for any of this, not when it's my fault that you killed someone. I don't care how low and vile and disgusting and horrifying he was--you killed someone because of me. Do you know what that does to me? Knowing that? You want to talk about punishment..."

She turned away from him, letting him leave if that's what he wanted. "You have no idea how much I hate myself."