Zoe knew plenty about Deirdre's strength, and Deirdre idiotic stubborn streak, and she knew she couldn't get past her. She could attack her - and right now Zoe wanted nothing more than to attack her - but she wouldn't win. "Yeah he said to trust him," she said. "And anorexics says 'trust me I've eaten' and suicidal kids say 'trust me I won't' - you can't trust sick people, Deirdre, you can't. You are letting him ruin himself, you fucking goddamn psychology student don't know fuck about people." She wanted to strike her, then, she wanted to really really badly but used the pent up violent energy in her to spin herself away, instead, and stormed over to the wall opposite the mirror, her forehead pressed against it and her eyes pressed shut.

She couldn't watch Danny destroy himself and she couldn't listen to Deirdre trust and she couldn't deal with how goddamn powerless she felt right now.

"Zoe?" Rachel turned from the mirror to look over her shoulder. Zoe had her back to them all, her head down between her shoulders. She slammed one fist into the wall, and Rachel - gripping Dylan's hand - shot an alarmed look at Cai.

She didn't know how to protect Zoe too. Zoe wasn't supposed to need it. Zoe was unshakeable. But right now Zoe was shaking. She couldn't deal with listening to Deirdre's stupid blindness so she was trying to block everything out - because how could any of it be good? So she wasn't listening to Danny.

Cai leaned against the wall near Zoe - but not too near. He wanted to take her hand and stop her punching the wall again - it sounded painful - but he didn't dare touch her, for both their sakes. "I think he knows what he's doing, Zoe," Cai whispered, trying to keep it private. "Listen, listen, he's trying to find others."

Zoe pressed her forehead hard up against the wall. The pressure hurt. "I hate everything," she whispered.