"I'm sorry because.. my mind isn't.. where it usually is. I'm twitchy, I.. I almost feel sadistic, I feel.. everything. I'm sorry because I'm going to break my promise to you."
She answers all of it softly, the faint trembling going on within her is only visible at the periphery, the way her hair shimmers in the dim candlelight of her apartment, the way her fingertips flutter without actually moving and the way her lower lip quivers when she isn't speaking or biting at it.
Part of the trembling is emotion, because she is going to fuck up her friendship and she has no choice about it. Part of it is because of the overwhelming power continuing to flow into her with every heartbeat.
"You don't need to apologize. I didn't expect you to show up at all."