[Each one of them trying and failing to get closer and closer - because there's only so much they can do, when they're both so broken up and twisted inside and he's still in the throes of regaining his memories and she's panicked about the fact that he's going to remember.]

You don't have to leave. Don't leave... please...

[She murmurs the words and tries (but fails) to still her trembling. She knows about the rottenness inside of him, but now that he's remembering his own life with the Nagumo, she also knows that he'll be able to figure out what's inside of her - that one thought, I want to protect him, that has been hammered down and refined into He's my brother, a possessiveness that manifests itself in the way she clutches onto him so tightly that it's completely obvious she's terrified he's going to disappear.

—And what if he remembers his hatred for her, too? His resentment? She would be lying if she said she didn't resent the life he lived here, even though she was the one to give it to him. If he starts to resent her all over again, if he hates her, she'll have nothing left. The thought makes her ill and her breath hitches.]

Don't hate me— Please forgive me—

[For forgetting him in their first life, for plunging them into this second life without consulting him, for lying to him when she appeared here - for not coming clean about who she was right away...]

I love you, I really love you, please believe me...! Please...