[His stance suddenly defiant, Tieria not only finally looked him in the face, but bore holes in him with his glare.]

That isn't what I meant and you know it! How can you stand there in front of me, telling me that I'm in the wrong for refusing to mourn for a man that isn't dead? You--

[Jabbing at Lockon's chest with a finger, Tieria punctuates his words with further hard pokes for emphasis.]

You, you that supposedly died, you who left me looking like an idiot, you who let me mourn until I thought I was going to lose. My. Mind--

[And one further, even harder stab.]

How DARE you stand there like that?!