"No, that's not - no." Relevant, perhaps, but not why specifically she was here. It made sense that with a blood curse altering his words that Ezra would fear insanity. She thought to make note of that but with her bag on the floor and the notebook now lost beneath the likely toppled stacks she soon decided otherwise. Ezra didn't need to see her complete lack of disorganization when she got like this.

She faced him again, still ensuring her gaze never dipped before his face as she did. "I talked to you, or a version of you I should say." Rosalie explained. "I - I was wrong, Ezra. Wrong to leave you like that, wrong to think - " she faltered then. The bravery gifted to her by her flower crown only extended so far it seemed, and Rosalie remained a coward beneath it all. Her nails dug into her palms, the pain a welcome distraction from the swell of emotion she currently faced.

"It doesn't matter what I thought - it was wrong. And I'm not - I know we can't go back, that's not... that's not why I'm here." Rosalie amended quickly. There was, perhaps, a small and still shattered piece of her that did want to reconcile. That part though could never be voiced by her, it wouldn't be fair. Life had never been fair to him.

She glanced down to the satchel at her feet. "You're cursed but not in the way I thought, right?"

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