[it's better to blame herself than accept that there was nothing she could've done. mm. that's a heavy thought, and it would be even if it weren't the middle of the night. it distracts her; she sounds distant as she replies to the easier part of what he's just said.]

Would love to hold some kind of audience or something with her. To see what's on her mind. If they're all just... people, but bigger. You know?

[she sits in that assumption for a bit, then comes out with it.]

You really think it's as easy as me not handling that I couldn't have done anything?