Oh. I don't know. I thought you were beautiful even before we met. I think I would have wanted you, still, if we'd met sooner. I had to meet you to know you were just as beautiful on the inside and as soon as I realized that, I wanted you.
But I didn't think you'd want me, since I was about to die and then I was broken and weak, and I was happy just looking at you. I didn't really consider it as a possibility until [...] the first time I held you and I thought maybe you needed me, too.