[she glances at him, seeming a little unconvinced for a second that he hasn't a clue why—but remembers he's kind of stunted and she's kind of shitty at expressing herself. um]
...I don't know, to apologize. [and she aimlessly looks back at her feet, curling and flexing her black-nailed toes. her posture indicates shame.] I don't know how else to do that than to just apologize again, like I already did—I guess I don't know how to make you understand I mean it. ...Or more like, to make you care that I really do feel bad, and—I guess I don't blame you for that.
[UGH WOW SHE'S RANTING. why does she want his forgiveness, anyway? probably she wants to be absolved of her own guilt.]
But... I wanted to say that—with everyone, I'm going to watch my hot temper from now on, and I'm not going to hurt you like I did. And that's not just out of pity or anything—I really was really mean.
...I was kind of a monster, and I feel like I'm that disgusting thing Valentine wanted me to be; it's worse than violence. So really, truly, I mean it: I'm sorry.
[&Mdash;AND SHRUG, indicating she is done rambling.]