[she groans a dismayed sound, sniffles, and scrubs at her face. why are they arguing about this?! she actually laughs out her anguish as she realizes how bloody stupid it is.]

Look--listen, [sniff. exhale. she drops her hands, leaning her head back against him.] I just...feel better thinking it's my fault, I guess. Ha. As if all these happenings are my responsibility. How arrogant. That must be...some side-effect of the job left over?

[ha.

sigh.]

No matter, that.

Thank you. For saving those. For...remembering to write. And remembering me. [she swallows, feeling around to recollect the pages in her lap without looking down.]

If you say it helped...I believe you.