He wanted to make an effort... But it had hurt still. She flattened her lips some before saying very softly, "It doesn't matter if it was about him or it wasn't. It's that ye said it at all. I don't want to regret everything I do. For once in my life, I did what my heart wanted and there was nothing I regretted about it, not even that we didn't wait to get married or any of that. I don't regret becoming a nurse or living in that town. As much as I can look at that place and say that I despise it now, it gave me the best feeling of my life to be there, to help people, to be with him, and even the little snatches of time I had with ye. If I had listened, I would never have known what that kind of love felt like and we would be arguing like children still over it. Ye're tryin' ta do better, I can see that, but ye have this... this thing where ye don't quite know how ta let me take control. It's not a bad thing because ye want ta protect me, but part of protecting me is letting me do what I need to do to make it better on my own. My husband died, yes, I have had a rough go since, but he wouldn't want me to lay there and do nothing, wallowing away in my grief. Ye said once that ye wouldn't want me to grieve over ye, remember? What if I hadn't found ye again, what then? I would be on my own, doin exactly what I have been doin. Surviving. Putting one foot in front of the other."