[York sits back up so he can look directly at her again, and his expression is much more full of sadness than anger. This? This is why he never wishes for people to come back. It would just take that wish and twist it around somehow, like this.]

Listen to me, Carolina. It's not about her. Didn't you ever stop and think about what could have possibly made me come back for you? How about why I left in the first place? I never fucking stayed up all night to watch her in the training room and make sure she got some sleep. I sure as hell never loved her like I love you.