...

[She won't run. She wants to at first, but seeing him step forward makes her stop before she gets the chance to do much more. After all, she wouldn't want to be a bother by making him come after her.

But in the end, as she can tell by his words...she already is one.]

Thank you... [She frowns, taking a step closer to him instead.] I don't-- I don't know what to say.

[But then again, maybe she does:]

Although I wish...I wish you didn't have to protect me. Because I...I want to protect you.

[A frown, as she still remembers her final moments, playing in her head even now.]

But I guess I can't, in the end. ['I'm not strong enough.']