In this moment, she doesn't want his comfort. If anything, she'd prefer to be hurt so that all of this would actually feel right, like she knows it should.

Hence her asking for the most awful favor.

"I know this isn't in your nature and you're going to tell me this isn't necessary, but I need you to do this - for both of us." She keeps her eyes locked on his as her hands come together and grip each other tightly, needing the support. She doesn't want him to notice how difficult this is for her. "Tell me you don't love me. No more of this 'I can't,' because that leaves doors open. I don't care if you mean it or not, make us believe it's true and set us both free from this. If you don't, we'll both always wonder if, just maybe, we could have found a way. There will be something to hold on to, something to dream about, and we can't have that. You can't think about what could have been and I need to let you go."