[ The sudden touch to her head makes her jolt just a little; it's been a long time since anyone's ruffled her hair, but it makes her draw her eyes back up to her fellow martian, receptive to what he tells her. She warms up to the quick display of condolence right when it's finished. Still, she can't erase the guilt so easily. There are no magic words or phrases for something so deep-seated as that. ]

It's... very nice of you to think that way. But I can't help feeling as though if I had only done more... not made some of the mistakes I did, things could have improved. And I lived such a selfish, carefree life, saved from most hardships people had to face on that barren planet. It's shameful...