Verity didn't remember too much talking taking place but she knew that it was just her being fecious to say so. Instead she just crossed her arms and looked down, biting her lip incessantly.
When he told her it was the biggest mistake of her life she couldn't help the jump of defensiveness that welled up in her. "Why is this about me? Why is it that I almost made that mistake and you were only assisting? It was your idea to leave the pub-" she told him before sighing and rubbing her face slightly. "I'm sorry."
And yes, she knew what would have happened, she just didn't want to admit that she'd be divorced and he'd be dead.
"Ok, so how do we decide that?" she asked him, trying to focus on the- directive- rather than- Merlin, she didn't know what she was doing anymore.