She knows he wouldn't lie to her. It's a little scary, sometimes. Knowing that he'll tell her anything she wants to know, if only she asks. Even if they both end up regretting her asking later.

But it's good, too. She can trust him. He'll always be honest with her. She never has to wonder.

She listens intently to everything he says, nodding, trying to understand. Remembering everything she'd felt, he'd felt, during that memory.

"But you had to." Her eyes bore into him, a single tear trailing down her cheek without her realizing. "There was no other way. Right? There was no other way."