[Ronan is very assured in his ability to read people. This is usually to his detriment; if he thought she'd really have shot him, he wouldn't have struck. Now that he's struck, he feels some lingering emotion, almost like regret. Kitty, whoever she is, is a good person, who means well and never asked for any of this. Ronan hurt her out of spite and pride.]
[Good. That's the way it needs to be.]
[He speaks with petulant vehemence:] Don't point a fucking gun at me, freak.
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[Good. That's the way it needs to be.]
[He speaks with petulant vehemence:] Don't point a fucking gun at me, freak.