[She freezes, a couple of feet behind him, and casts her eyes to her feet. It isn't his decision? Then what makes it hers? Part of her is frustrated with him for doing this, but she knows she can't let him down. She's not going to let him down.]

Okay.

[She takes another step forwards, stopping short of being able to reach out and lay a hand on his shoulder. She can't touch him in here. That's precious between them, and she isn't going to waste it in a dream.]

It hurts, but it's worth it. You're a good person, and you're gonna do the right thing with these memories. You're gonna learn from them. And I know you. I know you'd rather work through the whole ugly thing than feel like there were parts of yourself missing. I don't want to deny you part of your own story.