[he'll be able to see how those words make her retreat emotionally, the little shifting that's telltale of someone scolding themselves over what they just said. that wound that had been left in her, left to bleed, hasn't yet healed. she's a terrible person. she's a liar, she takes joy in suffering-

but it's not so much that she runs away. just a moment of self-abasement, and she takes a breath before she replies.]

Honestly, I didn't know. I hoped, I prayed you would come back as soon as you could and that an explanation would come to light, but then more and more things happened, and it...people keep leaving and-

[she cuts herself off.]

Sorry. Sorry. I've been rather mixed up lately. None of it is your fault.