[ It's not safe here. He knows that. The city is still filled with ghosts, and he should take her back to his makeshift base to recover - and he will. But first, he has to say this, because hearing her say those words, hearing her call herself a mistake is like a punch to the stomach.

He has no idea what he's doing. He'll probably say the wrong thing. But what kind of friend was he, if he didn't let her know that he absolutely didn't think that was true?

So he reaches out, gingerly, to put a hand on her shoulder as she meets his eyes. ]

You are not a mistake. [ Careful, softly spoken, calmer than he feels. ] I think you're an amazing person because you are. I'm not just saying that to make you feel better, either. You helped me when you didn't even know who I was, when I was feeling scared and lost and - there you were, reaching out to me and helping me, and you didn't stop to judge me for a second. You don't know how much of a difference you made to me that day.

[ He pauses, searching her face. ] Can I tell you about that memory I wanted to forget?