"Sometimes," Myka pauses as she tries to figure out her words, taking a deep breath. "Our need to do something overwhelms us to the point that we cannot think of much else. Whether or not it's justifiable isn't really the point, because it's suppressed our ability to even see that. Sometimes it ends badly, sometimes it ends well. What matters is what we make of ourselves in the end."

She's been looking at her lap as she says this, wringing her hands there a bit, but she glances at him now. "I think - I know - that you've made quite a spectacular person since then."