[She watches him as he steps back, opens and closes his mouth, and internally reminds herself that shoving things like this in York's face isn't letting go. Reminding him of what happened wasn't fixing anything. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she glances away for a moment to reign everything back in. He's going to come with her to the mainland, he's not being forced at gunpoint to help her, he's not trying to get anything out of it, he just wants to help. That's all he's wanted to do since she got here: help.
Shaking her head, she replies, stumbling a little over the concept of forgiveness.] It's in the past. I shouldn't--- [Bring it up like that, shove it in his face and force him to see her side of things.] I shouldn't.
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Shaking her head, she replies, stumbling a little over the concept of forgiveness.] It's in the past. I shouldn't--- [Bring it up like that, shove it in his face and force him to see her side of things.] I shouldn't.