She winced at his words, remaining still where she stood. There was no further moves away from him; but she didn't take her seat again either. There wasn't any way to deny what he said. Someone...she couldn't remember who, but someone had told her that she acquiesced too much. Here she was, nearly promising to be chained to him again. Lotte bit her lip, before the too-frequent words slipped out again. "I'm sorry, Erik."
He was Erik wasn't he? It was the only name that made sense, the only one that didn't refer to him as dead.
There was the briefest moment of panic before she shook her head. Eyes wide, she stumbling backwards. "No, it's mine." It had to be. "If it's yours, it'd be worse. It would have to be."