[For a brief insane moment she wants to argue, to ask him why. Why he can't, after everything, if it had really been completely one-sided all this time... But she doesn't. She knows the answer, or at least the part of the answer that she can accept...]

[It feels as though her chest is constricting and she wants to run, to somehow take it back, put things back the way they were with her silent feelings and her stolen moments of peace... and then she reminds herself that it wouldn't have mattered... This was going to be the result of this conversation no matter what. The only difference would have been how exposed she was in the end.]

You're wrong... [She swallows thickly and stands from the bench, hugging herself. She looks back to him briefly.] You're a good man, Vash-san... and just as deserving as anyone else...

...

I just wish you could see it.

[Funny... how she could say those words to him, but not to herself.]