[ Even with the warning, the hug startles her a little, makes her stiffen for a second, but she accepts it.

She gives the tiniest nod against his chest. ]

... It's been years. I'm so sorry.

[ Is she apologizing to him? Is she apologizing to her parents? It's still her fault they're gone, she thinks. Does she deserve to see them like this? Does she deserve to see herself happy with them?

She misses it. She misses them. She misses not being a murderer.

She lets her tears come to a stop before she speaks again. ]

I asked you to show me them, and you did what I asked. My tears aren't your fault. [ ... ] Thank you. For this.