She doesn't have anything to say to that. She didn't think it would make her feel better, and true to her expectations, it doesn't. The admission does at least dull her anger enough that she doesn't have anything further to say to him.

As angry as she is, she doesn't actually want to draw blood. Not really. Seeing him hurting isn't going to make her happy.

She breaks the silence with an exhale, this one less angry and more tired. More numb. "If you're done, then... Just go." She's not getting up like this. Not when she's half a second from breaking down into tears.