She was going to give him everything, once. But as soon as he was expected to give something back, he left.
After a moment, she pushes him away--firmly, but not violently--and turns her face to wipe her tears without looking at him.
"Not sorry enough to change. That's the only kind of sorry that counts."
She takes a deep, shaking breath. When she speaks, the coldness is coming back to her voice.
"Keep looking for yourself. Maybe you'll figure out that you never lost yourself to begin with, but you'll never believe it coming from me. It's not like I've ever earned your trust, or your loyalty, or your love."
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After a moment, she pushes him away--firmly, but not violently--and turns her face to wipe her tears without looking at him.
"Not sorry enough to change. That's the only kind of sorry that counts."
She takes a deep, shaking breath. When she speaks, the coldness is coming back to her voice.
"Keep looking for yourself. Maybe you'll figure out that you never lost yourself to begin with, but you'll never believe it coming from me. It's not like I've ever earned your trust, or your loyalty, or your love."
Hard now, but still damp:
"Go tell Merrick you're alive again."