[When his hand reaches for hers (and she gives it easily), a few more stray tears fall down her cheeks and the first though that falls out of her mouth is a clumsy, sincere:]

I'm sorry.

[There's a sniff as she bows her head then, trying to avoid meeting his eyes until she can get these tears to stop. They fall onto the cold ground beneath them, small drops that betray that she still isn't completely under control. Her hand in his clutches onto him, trying to extend both apology and appreciation in the same grip.]

It's not your fault - but I.... I think I'll always cry for you. Is that foolish...?

[Is it stupid? Is it idiotic? Perhaps it would be fitting, as she feels like she's all of those things.]

It likely is but more than that, I.... [Words that she doesn't know how to say: I want to keep this world from hurting you. I want to take the guilt away from your eyes. I want to you to know only happiness.]

I won't think of those times when I see you, I won't - not if you don't want me to. But if there's ever another time where you're scared or hurt or lonely--

Please - please remember me! [And in direct contrast with her words earlier, how ready she was to leave him for the sake of his own safety, she appears to have completely changed her mind now:] I'll always find you and I- I swear I won't leave you alone...!