[Shut up, is on her tongue, but she swallows it. He couldn't even rely on himself to achieve his own wish, had to gamble on lies. Enough of this town is fake; what's the point of a wasted wish?

She lets him talk, the most she's ever heard him say at once, and is silent for a while after that.]

I suppose you were right about one thing. [He didn't make it through.]

You should take some more responsibility for it. [She doesn't want his apologies, his repentance, doesn't even really care that he won in a fight against her when she's known for months that all of her fighting ability was given to her by that monstrous flower.] You took it upon yourself to take action. Do something horrible to save someone. You carried out exactly what you planned to do.