[ He makes her feel small, like she's see-through, even when he's the one who has momentarily laid himself bare in even the most literal sense.

Is he trying to level the playing feel? Is he trying to make her feel smaller still? Is it both with the intention of both or one or neither of these things? She hates thinking, and she hates thinking about the things other people do, especially.

Everything about him is difficult because she wants him to see her and she wants to understand, but trying to understand means sacrificing things she is not yet willing to give up–even now when she is dead twice over.

There are still things she feels like she can lose, and for that reason nothing he does ever makes her feel safe enough to figure him out. ]

Yeah, still got no fucking clue what any of the shit you say means!

[ Zero smiles with all of her teeth, like a carnivore that thinks its got the upperhand.

Merlin wasn't playing fair, not even now. ]

You're making this whole thing too complicated. I'm a simple gal, you know that. I get mad– 

[ Her blade moves and so does she. Zero rushes him and she strikes with the intent to kill and the knowledge that he will not let her do so. ]

– and then I stab shit until it stops moving! Girls like me can't do much with the things guys like you say!

[ She strikes again, throwing the weight of her prosthetic arm against him as well. ]

Dumb it down for me, alright?