The first times she's thought about this moment, it had been nothing like this. It had been magical, finding someone who would understand her and be a perfect fit, someone to spend her days with who wouldn't leave her. But now that she's older, now that she's seen the world and faced the worst sides of it, she knows that's not how things really work. Not for her.

"I'm no one," she replies softly, that agony in this voice crushing her spirit in a way little else could. He doesn't want this, doesn't want her, so she'll make this easy for him. "Let's just forget this ever happened, okay?"

She doesn't wait for an answer before turning away, hurriedly tugging on that dirty glove. He can't leave her later if they never have anything to start with.