[Martel raises her head up with a weary sigh, then gets out of her chair and crosses the room to the nearest window, where she stands still for a long time, quietly drying her tears. She gazes at the other houses of the village and at the snow-laden trees before turning her head around, back toward Yuan.]

If it's impossible, then how about we don't?

[She spins around completely and faces the table from across the room, her voice still wavering, but determined.]

Apologize. How about we don't? It would be pointless, wouldn't it? There is no way I could make up for dying. Or that you could make up for - for - for what you did. For what Mithos and Kratos did. Not with words. There is no use even thinking about it. Not... here.

[Martel gestures vaguely at the village and the eerie world beyond the window.]

This place... maybe that is what it does. Twist dreams. Either we are all already paying for our mistakes somehow, or there is no point to it. So how about we don't apologize? If we know that we can't, why waste what time we have left on feeling sorry for ourselves? Or we could.. we could have something big and official and say how sorry we are all at once, then just... let it go. You said it - time here does not count. We don't have to spend it hurting each other.