"So that's it, then? You're just done? Just--wash your hands of me, yeah?" Jude snorted, shaking his head, his chest aching with pain and anger from her rejection, delivered so easily, as if it was nothing to her. As if he was nothing to her. "Guess those seven years have changed you quite a bit, haven't they?" His Lucy--she was brash and outspoken, she didn't just sit back and let others roll over her, but...but she wasn't like this.