It would have been borderline hilarious to him, if it were not so saddening. That he had been labeled "psychotic" by someone who invented 95% of her world in her mind, and 98% of what she thought of him, and led her life believing he was after her, or something even more delusional, was a trip he had never wanted to take and was beyond tired of. She knew it wasn't real, but she wanted the never-ending pity from her friends, as all she wanted all the time was attention, negative or positive. A whole network of spies dedicated to parsing his every word, looking for something ominous. 

But all he ever wrote was of ruing the past and emphasizing his side in stories and poems, even books, through metaphor. But she needed to stay angry, and that's what really irked her. She didn't want his side told ... ever. And that is how she silently admitted to its truth. It was either that or something even more pathetic, being as simple as that she could not let him go. But she would never admit to that. And, if that were the case, then she was an idiot, because she could have changed everything at any time she wanted, could have simply decided that she was okay and come for him. But cowardice was her trademark and her social circumstances would never allow her to have what she really wanted. She was such a slave to it that she would even let "her people" choose the worst of the worst for her. But the gross irony was that, even if and when she finally did that, he still owned her, though she would never conceive of it. He was her primary motive, however distorted the situation had become.

That she secretly needed him was unlikely anyway, as she had nothing resembling a heart or her own mind. She was, for all intents and purposes, a real-life vampire, one of those vampires who feed off other people's energy, time, clout ... and pity, and she'd force herself to be "happy" with whatever pig was authorized and decided to settle for her. She would gladly relinquish any semblance of personal identity and parrot whatever the imbecile she was with said. She'd said that herself. She was not a person, not an emotional adult, and there was nothing admirable about that. In fact some would refer to it as prostitution.  

Moreover, It was too late now anyway. She'd achieved her goal and the cruelty of her silence and her obvious effort to have someone try to tell him where he could be, had finally made him hate her. She was a selfish child, nothing more. In any case. he did not understand her continued fascination with him. She didn't care about his words. She didn't care about him. Yes, he had done something stupid, but that's all it was ... stupid. Yet, in her insane world, only she was allowed to make mistakes, and any slight of her was an offense punishable by death. She was absurdly arrogant, but she was never going to find anything else to try to hurt him with. Her behavior, all of it, from the start, had been "psychotic," taught to her by the psycho bastard con artist and bigot she had reproduced with. 

She had never been honest, and she still wasn't honest. And the person she lied to the most .... was herself.