"I know not." She laughs, hollow, at herself. "To hear our father tell it, one day I will learn all I thought was love was child's play, an empty game without consequence." Her anger must be twin to Laertes's, born of the same voiceless, choking shame -- she swallows it back. It's unfitting, unfilial. But why did the silly game of her feelings only become deadly serious when the prince might have returned them? Why did everything change, and how was she still left humiliated and unloved at the end of it? Had she really fooled herself so thoroughly? (She must have. He said I loved you not.)