[Perhaps a year ago, Integra would have argued that because of her disposition, she was better prepared to accept the consequences of death than most others. Death, as hindering as it was, did not perturb her. It was not even an entirely unwelcome feeling. The weight of living was by far more burdensome than any torture she could have received, in her opinion.]

I know.

[It was in her death that she began to understand the impact her absence had caused to those who surrounded her. It was still difficult to accept that anyone could depend upon her, or care about her wellbeing-- yet alone wait inside the clinic for an entire week until her recovery. For what little purpose Integra saw in her own life, she couldn't bear to harm anyone with her carelessness again.]

Thank you, sir. I do not regret my decision, but I feel as if speaking with you tonight has helped.

[She's at him again, finding it difficult for her not to.]

I'll try not to make a habit of it.