Were she feeling at all normal, she'd have scoffed at him. No, he wasn't sorry. No one was. Even those Jim had called 'friends' would probably pack up and move on and deal with it. She'd been the only true thing in his life and what had she done? Exactly what he'd feared. Exactly what everyone had feared he'd do to her. She'd turned on him.
It took a moment for her to answer. Sometimes being friends with a Norse god was strange. Being cleaned of the constant reminder that had stayed with her through all of her sorrows was one of those times. But she was so empty inside that she barely even flinched. She merely raised her eyes to him and gave a tiny nod of gratitude.
"You can't get me the last several years of my life back, can you?" They'd all been so empty, so cold. She'd been so willing to just let life go on around her. Never living, just surviving. And then this place had happened and then he had happened, and why couldn't Emma ever do anything right? Just once.
She dropped her head in her hands, rubbing at her temples. Her body was telling her everything she was doing was wrong, but her heart simply said stay. Just keep staying there. And she knew, logically, that she had to move. She needed water, she needed food, she needed to move. But everything damn well hurt. "Thank you. For coming. You didn't have to."