She looked at him sadly and murmured, "I am sorry it has to be this way. I... I am sorry that things weren't different." She looked down and bit her lip. She was going to write a letter to him later explaining what the extent of things were, but she would not hand it to him. He would find it later, she thought, but by then it would have already been too late. Iris then gazed at him again and sighed, "I would rather I be the one to hurt and not Emma." Her words were so soft that it was hard to hear, but not so hard that he wouldn't hear it at all.