"Right now, I feel like the only thing I have going for me is a bottomless wardrobe and you. I mean, I don't have my friends, I missed Prom, I've missed everything, and you- You just-- There wasn't anything else you could have done, but, you know, I saw you do it. I saw--" And she just sort of stops, and bites her lips together. "So that makes my dad, my history teacher, my boyfriend, and one of the best friends I've had here, and my real best friend's doppleganger, and then just some other people. You know. Good track record." She's trying to just make it into a litany of what happened, that the fact that it was Klaus not mattering as much, but it does. That if she just shuffles it in with the rest it doesn't make it different than anything else.

It matters, and she hate that it matters, but it does. She intellectually knows why he did it, she understands what happened, but that doesn't stop her from knowing what it looks like, when Klaus takes her head in his hands and snaps.