Thanks, but I don't need your help.
And the flowers were so beautiful...
Thanks for the warning.
I don't care anymore. You can have me.
But I want you to know{lit.: but even in my pointless/stupid life // a purpose to running away or crying from being scared // stuff like that really did exist. // can you understand that?/will you consider that?}{my understanding is that she's basically trying to explain that even what he views as prey has feelings and thoughts}
still can feel terror, and cry, and flee.
Nothing you could do would bother me one bit!
Come on, Sally, why didn't you stop them if you were here?
Suit yourself.
Can you understand that?