No... [She voices this slowly, and doesn't particularly like the overall sentiment, but she feels it out all the same.] It was a lie of necessity. That's not...
[She doesn't want to say it again. Love.]
You need a reason why a dead woman wouldn't want hands on her?
[Though, her voice is considerably less defensive and tense than the last time she said that to him.]
or steps leading into the sea
[She doesn't want to say it again. Love.]
You need a reason why a dead woman wouldn't want hands on her?
[Though, her voice is considerably less defensive and tense than the last time she said that to him.]