Hey. Listen, I've been thinking, and... I've probably used up all of my second chances, and if I die again I don't want to leave anything unsaid.

[ Her speech is slow and stilted. She hasn't exactly scripted this talk, and her brain isn't working as smoothly as it normally would. ]

Since I came back, from... whatever my last death was, I realized, I've been kind of shitty. Especially to you. I was so focused on keeping myself safe, physically, and emotionally, that I didn't think about how anyone else was feeling. And, well, I'm sorry. You never did anything to me - I mean, not really.

I should have trusted you.