[ she looks down when she feels his hand on her arm -- partially because it's still so sore, even to a light touch. her expression softens. the bandages run all the way up both her forearms, but ... she doesn't want to worry him with that. ]

You know ... I was going to leave. If it didn't get any better... I'm not sure where I would've gone, though. [ shakes her head.

but somehow .... this -- feels like an important point to add. ] I don't want what we had anymore. It's been so long, and he said ... all these things that I just ... can't forget. [ why is it important to say this? what does it matter? ] ... I just want to be friends again. Besides... every time he tried to explain himself he just hurt my feelings worse. I don't want ... I don't want to just feel like a stupid Replica because of those arguments anymore.