[ Face twisted up with what feels like a million emotions, she lifts her eyes a bit to meet his. ] Will that really help anything?

[ She'd thought about it, of course, when she was going through some of the more rage-filled moments of grief. But she'd come to the same conclusion back then. What good would it do? How would it make her feel any better?

Monika reaches out to take his hand, lightly squeezing it. ]

I listened to you on those nights where you told me some of your regrets. [ Nights she should've let him have more of, instead of stealing all of his time and focus. ] I remember how much it upset you. Do you want more of that?

And honestly... [ Her gaze drops back away as her voice gets softer. ] Part of me still cares about him.