May the world break under your thumb as you broke under its

Pandora explains Aletha's feelings to Aletha and excuses her leaving.

Love, infuriated by our dramatics cast us apart to find our ways
Jealous twinkling poison on your lips
You tell me you'll never forgive me
but I know the truth
You were never angry with anyone but yourself
and that is why you love me
or at least say you do
and I don't know if you understand anything beyond your own pain anymore.
Perhaps our common self absorption is what makes us a perfect pair.