Then why do you let me do this? Letting me talk to you about personal issues, you offering input, even when you let me touch you or hold your hand... Not to say I don't like it, but I just... I don't understand.

[She looks at him hard then, more confused than anything. It'd be one thing for him to reject her if she were saying these things on a passing whim, but right now, it's hard to make sense of what he's thinking. Perhaps she's about to ruin a good thing, but that'd probably be the delayed comeuppance she'd thought about earlier, for opening up to him when he simply doesn't care.

Maybe they're giving each other lip service, and she's just fooling herself to think otherwise. Suffice it to say these thoughts are exactly what she needs to fight against to accomplish her goal, but...]

I know it may not carry over. But it's worth trying for the time that I have here, at least. If there's a way to keep our memories, I'd like to give that choice to everyone. But we know so little right now, and people are taken away by the day...