Helena (sneering): Can’t you just bloody fucking answer me?

Dylan (shaking her head): You don’t trust me, you over react then you take a swing at me…

Helena (angrily): Because you lie to me…

Dylan (hurt): I lied to you three years ago. I lied to you then (closing her eyes) but now it’s different. I’m not lying to you, I haven’t lied to you. You on the other hand just prefer to go off and beat the shit out of me…

Helena (glaring at her): It’s because of what you make me feel. I lose all bloody control and you just ugh (angrily.)

Dylan (tensing; trying to keep her body from reacting): Then go ahead. Do it, if it makes you feel better do it. (Grimacing) I don’t care either way. You don’t trust me, you attack and then that’s it. So either way I don’t care Helena….

Helena (angrily): Fuck you. Don’t guilt me into this. (Lowering her voice) I’m willing to listen…

Dylan (taking a deep breath): Are you? (Pausing) are you really willing to listen or is it something else?

Helena (thinking; wondering): What do you mean?

Dylan (looking into her eyes): At one time you were a fighter, on fire, could take the world by storm. (Softly) you take over Shaolin and your still searching, still flailing is it guilt that drives you now or a deeper emotion?
Helena (swallowing): I don’t…

Dylan (shifting; her shoulders were sore): You push everyone away then pull them back. (Watching her face) you’re at the base of an empire and still on your knees thinking that this, this is all a lie, a fantasy. (Leaning forward their mouths inches apart) is it guilt, a sense of trying to fix everyone’s problems but your own (leaning back?)

Helena (understanding, pain slamming into her; she couldn’t believe Dylan could hit her raw nerve like this; realizing truthfully that only Dylan could): You don’t understand a fucking thing. This isn’t about you…

Dylan (twisting her wrists; grabbing Helena around the waist): No it isn’t. It’s about you and what you hide from the world in the light of day. (Hurt) you let Jenny break you and I apart. You let yourself believe Jenny’s lies and bullshit. You fell for the same garbage everyone else did because (pausing) you don’t know who to trust and who to run from and at the same time you’re running from yourself. All this counseling and talking isn’t doing a dam thing but make you scared (the punch to her face rocked her head back and she saw stars for a brief moment.) Did that make it better? Do you feel better because….