"Natalia was outside the whole time."
"You went alone into the chamber, dumbass. Nobody with you. Nobody who could pull you out." Her voice didn't rise. It got quieter, which was worse. "You do that a lot. You throw yourself at the thing and then you look surprised when the people who care about you want to kill you for it."
"I didn't have a choice."
"You had six." She held up her fingers and counted them off with the disgust of a woman filing a complaint. "Kuzmina. Aoyama. Vance. Miyamoto. Cabana. Me."
"Skylar."
"You had six people who would have walked into a bunker with you and sat on the floor for two days holding your hand like idiots, and you picked the option where if it went wrong you'd die alone in a concrete room in a mountain." She grabbed the front of my shirt. Her knuckles went white. "That's the part I can't get past. Not the cosmic horror. Not the science experiment. The part where you still think you have to do it by yourself."
I looked at her.
