KC could see the bitterness in the way Kon stared at her collar, and she couldn't help but sneer at him. It was clear to her, if nobody else, that he was making excuses. That his head was so far up his own ass that he couldn't see- no, it didn't matter.
"Did I say everything was against me? No. Did I say you were angry? No. But that's what I figured anyway. I made it very clear from day one what I wanted and I didn't let anyone tell me otherwise. It's not my fault you wanted everyone to like you so much that you turned tail and ran from everything you say you want."
She rolled back on her heels, taking a step back to get herself more comfortable. And to make sure that she was just outside of Kon's reach if he decided to take a swing at her. This was too much fun, if she was being honest. And she didn't even care if he helped her or not.
"Which is it?" she continued, practically spitting the words onto the ground between them. "You can't have perfection and comfort, dumbass. If you're looking for perfection then you can't ever be comfortable. If you want to be comfortable, then you'll have to settle for not being perfect. It's clear which one you chose, with how much you edit yourself all the time. Back and forth, never satisfied. Never happy because you're stuck between what you want and what you think everybody else wants for you."
Psychoanalysis done, KC shuddered a bit as she caught her breath. This was... a very different kind of high. It was weird, and she couldn't explain what it even meant for her. But she shook her head to clear the fogginess from her brain. "I do wish we could be friends. We should be friends. But I don't give half a shit what anyone on this island thinks of me, and you... you care way too much."