I think... Chris was probably the same for me. But I imagine time was running out on your end, too? It's not easy to talk about and no matter how dire it is, even knowing I might've -- most likely would -- die... I wanted to believe maybe it wouldn't be, you know? There's only so much nerve you have no matter how strong you are. Regrets, what you could've had... it's easier to realize them when you're on that wire.

[ Being right isn't her goal, of course. She just wants him to understand where she came from and in-turn, where his friend (or something more, maybe) could've been coming from. If he was anything like Chris, maybe there was some kind of love there. But she won't pry. Feelings are hard enough to talk about and figure out without all of this attached.

She knows this too well. She still struggles with her own and won't let herself delve too deeply, yet she waits. So what does that really mean? ]

I hope you can find some closure. On your terms. I understand the choice wasn't given to you and it feels... difficult. Impossible because there's no line that ends it. I guess that's what I feel now? But if you can't have it, you can't have it. If he was like me at all, he wouldn't want you to sulk so much. What's the point of sacrifice if all it ends up in is misery, yeah?

[ She's going to make it more awkward, though. ]

It's good. You wanna get a drink or something? Wait. Milkshake. Or soda. I don't know.