[She sniffles, helplessly. In better times, she'd keep the next bit a secret. Even now, she doesn't intend on telling the full truth, just enough to make him understand the helplessness of all of this. But she feels like she's drowning in these realizations, and he should know. He should know how bad she is, how her mistakes can never, ever be redeemed.

She shakes her head, still looking down at the dust on the floor.]

You don't understand.

I died.

[She reaches out, touches the pile of it in almost a caress.]

I'm never going back. I can't. And n-no one will ever know what happened to them. And what I did to them.