[She shudders a bit as he pulls away, and for a moment the fear comes rushing back. She's worried and scared that he'll hate her, and maybe she deserved that.

But the look on his face, the one of sorrow and guilt, hurts so much worse than his anger would have.

With a trembling breath, she shakes her head, and after a moment of hesitation, she reaches a hand up to his face to stroke his cheek, if he would let her.]

J-Jaune...don't. Please.

[More tears were streaming down her face, but she forced herself to steady her voice.]

It wasn't your fault. None of it was. I...I didn't want you to. I didn't want you to get hurt.