[ugh. she wants to keep up this hatred she's feeling that's only blossoming from fear. but she's confessed her guilt and apologized for it, and the only eyes she's seeing anymore are the ones on this other girl's face, and damn it, emerald's chest is hurting just looking at her. it should be maudlin, it should be over the top and useless. and yet.]

Fine. I don't remember you either. But, like... I don't know, okay? Maybe whoever was doing the killing was bigger than you, or whatever. Maybe it wasn't something you could fix on your own. [she pauses for a second and looks down in her lap. thinks about what she wants to say next. and there's less confidence, but it's still there, when she says:] I don't think you should beat yourself up over it if you can't even prove it was real.