She shook her head. No, it didn't matter. And even if it did, it didn't matter right then. This wasn't the best time for them to start another argument. If they did, the nurses would probably throw her out. It could wait for another time. She already knew where she stood on the issue. Somehow, this one disaster had been all it took to separate what she wanted from Buttercup wanted. She wasn't sure how she felt about the fact that they wanted the same thing. After spending so much time at odds with her reincarnate, it felt like she was giving something up to agree with her, but she couldn't deny it anymore.
Roz laughed even as she started crying, just a little, again. "I believe you." She took his hand again, simply because it made her feel better. It had been too long since she'd been able to do this, and she regretted how much she'd taken it for granted when she had it. She was going to get as much out of this encounter as she could. "I never could tell if it was me or her, you know. The whole time, I never knew. But when I came here? It wasn't her. It was me." Her smile was a shaky attempt at being reassuring. "Just me."