"Yeah, sad. At least that's what I want to feel when I hear that, but do you sense sadness in me?"

He wouldn't, there would be little emotion from her at the moment as she was seeking to get to the bottom of things.

"I feel like you don't listen to me. That you pick apart my words and deflect blame on me, that no matter what I say, if you don't understand it, you feel the need to argue and sort of fight with me over things, when we can just discuss them peacefully. I'm not saying I'm perfect, and I've apologized in the past for not listening to you, but I feel the same way when it comes to you, like you don't listen to me and I'm constantly to blame for everything. Noah, I was just sitting here having a simple discussion with you and expressing how I would enjoy you worshiping my god, and despite me telling you over and over, repeatedly that you didn't have to, you chose to take what I said as that you had to. Why?"