[They could go around in circles forever, apologizing to each other and trying to shoulder the blame, but Ilsa isn't about that. They can both take responsibility here and she won't fight him on it, even if she does think that a lot of it had been her own fault from the get-go. After she had sobered up, she realized how demanding she had been, how forceful, and even if Eustace had tried to stop it before it got anywhere, she does pause to wonder...
... Would she have listened?
She doesn't say as much, however, because that would only put them back into that self-blame loop she doesn't want to fall into, so time to look at the now and the future, rather than what can no longer be changed.
Now that the apologies are out of the way...
Her gaze finally lands on his, and a question burns on the tip of her tongue. One that she's been working through in her head to find an answer, but of course... without him, she couldn't.]
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... Would she have listened?
She doesn't say as much, however, because that would only put them back into that self-blame loop she doesn't want to fall into, so time to look at the now and the future, rather than what can no longer be changed.
Now that the apologies are out of the way...
Her gaze finally lands on his, and a question burns on the tip of her tongue. One that she's been working through in her head to find an answer, but of course... without him, she couldn't.]
How long did you know that it was me?