"Yes you are." It's all right if he can't look at her right now, because she can't look at him either. "You are worth every pain, every struggle, every terrible thing that could possibly happen to me now. I would go through all of it time and again for even the smallest chance to be with you, to prove to your family that I'm enough." It hurts to say these things. Worse, she's certain it hurts him even more, but now that she's started this conversation, she has to follow it through to its end. To the end she's almost certain she knows is coming.

She smiles sadly to herself and rests her forearms on her thighs, leaning forward with a sign. "No one wants to be with me, Viatorus. I'm not kind or sweet or innocent - or any number of things that would make me desirable. I'm rash. I'm headstrong. I fight when I should settle. I push hard on people to get what I want and I get angry when I don't get my way. No sane person would want that in their life - and you shouldn't either. That's what makes this all the more confusing and painful for us both."

It's selfish of her to act this way, to try and convince him that she's not worth his time or effort, but she feels like it might be for the best. He can't choose for himself and if she can give him reasons why he'd be better off without her as a partner? That's all for the better. It'll hurt like hell, but if it can save their friendship, she'll do it. For a chance to stay close to him, to be with him in any way, she would do anything.

"Don't worry about me - I'll be fine, really."