[He shrugs, not in disagreement.] Maybe so. But if I die later, I'd rather do it with no regrets.

[It's not even like he wants an answer from her. But the impulse that seized him, to say something... He couldn't just ignore that. Telling her everything else before, how he respected and admired her, would just ring as empty platitudes without saying the whole truth. She already decided he was insincere and false, after all.]

If it's just another burden to you, you can just-- [he trips over the word a little,] disregard it. Pretend I never said anything. For me, I just couldn't go out pretending the past few months never meant anything. [Not in one of their darkest moments, when everything seems to be falling apart, when she's hurting like this.]