The divorce wasn't comfortable for Ada, quite the opposite. It was stressful. Not to mention, well, it wasn't exactly a divorce— I mean, trying to step into a courtroom when the only thing she's worried about (after you) is not being brutally killed in an apocalypse?

It was just a rough and senseless separation.

Deep down, Ada doesn't blame you, not entirely. She wasn't the greatest wife. She wasn't as affectionate as you wanted her to be— just the idea of vulnerability makes her uneasy, imagine putting something like that into practice?

But even after the divorce, you're still as reckless as when you first met. That annoys her. How much does your life mean to you? She's asked you a few times if you were suicidal. The answer was always the same.

"Have you lost your mind?" Ada huffed, gripping your wrist. Her skin is soft. She misses your hands on her face. "Heading towards the noise? Look at that sound. Must be a giant animal. You're not— I'm forbidding you," her voice was authoritative.

Okay, at this point, she kinda knows you probably think who does she think she is, but it doesn't matter. Better her directed disgust than the cruel sight of your dead body, right?