[Carol lets out a sharp, sardonic laugh and her mouth screws into an angry sneer. There's a venom seeped into her words, almost a decade worth of repressed anger at Jim and at herself flooding into her voice. She's mad because Jim thinks he knows what's best for Dorothy. That he can just stroll in and tell her how to live her life and how to raise her daughter. He doesn't have to deal with the consequences, Carol does and she wants to minimize the damage. In fact, she simply wants to skip over the part where he ruins a little girl's life entirely.] Oh right, yes. The only time you do anything is for you. Nobody else but Jim Kirk matters, and anyone that doesn't think that you're Captain Wow is the bad guy. [She snorts out a chuckle.] Hurricane Jim, that's what you are. You come in, break a few hearts, trash some stuff, but, pfft, who cares? You look cool doing it, and that's all that matters.

You don't do anything out of obligation, you're right, and you're not even here because you want to be. You're here because you want to be able to sleep at night and think, "Hey, I may have been an asshole about it, but I tried. I left some tears behind me, but I'm okay." [She breaths out a hard, annoyed huff and settles back onto the couch. Her hand reaches up to wipe a stray tear from her left cheek.]