[ she doesn't say what she's thinking: that rebekah had no reason to compel her to do or think or feel anything else. she blinks, looking ahead at his chest. ] I remember it. [ she says it with surety, with finality.
her eyes lift to his. (she never has listened to him. she doesn't want to, not like that. yet there's space between them now; something feels severed.
she has regrets and desires she shouldn't have, for that link back. for... them to have figured it out, together.) ] And I don't know. I thought we should try it.