Her rhetorical question summarized perfectly how she felt... how she had been feeling about Santiago ever since the term started. Angela felt like she had never truly known him, any part of him, but it also terrified her that she could be the cause of his behaviour, that she was so toxic and so damaged, that she had somehow damaged him as well. It still was a pretty narcissitic thing to consider, but she could be pretty confident when it came to the negative aspects of, well, everything. And if she always expected the worst of everything, why hadn't she thought he'd do something like this? Despite everything, it still hurt and, right now, it felt like it would never stop hurting. Just as he kept on walking forwards, Angela walked backwards, even leaned so he couldn't touch her, and lifted her hands as if shielding herself and motioning for him to just stop. There it was, that sudden change in his face she had witnessed one too many times and that confused her beyond belief. How was he able to do such thing? She was set in not letting him affect her this time around, knowing very well how it worked between the two -- or how it had worked once. This new version of him - at least new to her, did make things easier for her, in a way. But the side she already knew? That was a completely different story. He managed to get in her head and wanted to believe him when he promised, and promised, and promised... and apologized. Frankly, she didn't know what to say because she was scared she'd trigger him again.
No, she didn't hate him, but she didn't want to say that, and preferred to not answer that question, and simply looked at him warily, lowering her hands to her sides, gently tugging at her robes as a way to ground and comfort herself. "I don't want your empty promises, Santiago... I've had too many of those." Angela said practically above a whisper, and swallowed hard, retaining all of her emotions and the tears that wanted to come out. Since she had shed a couple of them earlier during her conversation with Mathias, she felt like she could manage until Santi was gone. She could only shake her head as he declared how she knew him, but really, she didn't. This definitely wasn't the boy she had spent most of her break with. This wasn't the one who blushed often whenever she looked at him. Angie knew there was very little he actually knew about her, but that little she had shared with, it all had been real... too pathetically and unfortunately true. She wished he knew how easy it was for her to get attached, something she didn't realized until her kiss with Mathias and, despite being able to lie, and given the opportunity to, she had let Mathias know where she stood. "Okay," she said at last, shrugging a shoulder after folding her arms. No, Angie wasn't okay with any of it, but just wanted him to stop, and agreeing with him was the fastest way for it. No matter how many times she asked him to leave her alone, it never worked... but everything worked perfectly fine as soon as you did and said whatever he wanted you to. She had learned this the hard way during their last day together at San Sebastián. There was so much more she could say, let him know how much it hurt her, how her trust in him was completely shattered and how he was succeeding in pushing her away; how much it had hurt and affected her to be ignored in Nora's presence; how she had disliked seeing him looking at Cheyenne the way he used to look at her, at least at the very beginning; how she wanted to move on and let him go now that Mathias had entered her life, and how she'd work for it to happen... but all she could do was repeat, "Okay." The rest, it didn't need to be said. What for? He had made up his mind weeks ago, and so had she despite all the pain and confusion. Angela extended a hand for him to place the globe in her hand, the thought of letting it fall for it to break crossing her mind, and even if it could be repaired with a simple swish and flick, the damage would be done... but then she'd regret that, and being a sucker for nostalgia (probably because it helped her fill the void inside), she did want to keep it, even if looking at it would always remind her of this very moment. "Is that all?"