Her eyes sheen, but she keeps her palm outstretched.

'That I couldn't stay.'

She wanted to, at the end. She begged him, and she still remembers what he told her. Can't have you putting me off my stride, can I? The words still smart, but it's hard to hold onto the anger in the face of everything else. It's hard to feel discarded when he just spent the night holding her through her tears.

'Did you think I was -- bargaining for my life?'

Maybe she was. Maybe the voice of fear was the loudest in the chorus of those last few moments. But there was more. He should know that.