OWEN: Burke— Preston Burke. You were engaged, there was almost a wedding. Why didn’t that happen?
CRISTINA: No, no. I’m not— We’re not doing this.
OWEN: See? You give me nothing! Maybe.. Maybe I was trying to screw you into submission. Maybe I was trying to.. connect. I will try anything, I’ll try anything but you have to give me something back.
CRISTINA: Well, Burke is irrelevant.
OWEN: Yeah. Like I will be in three years time.
CRISTINA: That’s not fair.
OWEN: I’m trying to love you. Why won’t you let me?
CRISTINA: Burke? Burke was uh… He took something from me. He took little pieces of me, little pieces over time, so I-I didn’t notice, you know? He wanted me to be ss-something I wasn’t, and I made myself into what he wanted. One day I was me, Christina Yang, and then suddenly I was lying for him, and jeopardizing my career, and uhh agreeing to be married, and wearing a ring, and being a bride. Until I was standing there in a wedding dress with no eyebrows and I wasn’t Chrisitina Yang anymore. And even then, I would have married him. I would have. I lost myself for a long time, and now…that I’m finally me again, I can’t— I love you. I love you more than I love Burke. I love you— And that scares the crap out of me because when you asked me to ignore Teddy’s page, you took a piece of me, and I let you. And… that will never happen again!