Steve's murmurs washed over her, soaking through the tears and anguish like a soothing balm. She nodded slightly at his words, confirming that, yes, she understood all too well. Even wrapped up in Steve, she missed Remy fiercely and felt an aching longing to see that mischievous smile and have his hand hold hers. It was something that would always be there, she would always love him, but she knew she couldn't stay lost in the ghosts of her old life forever. Nor did she want to - she had the chance for something beautiful with Steve, and she wanted desperately to take it.

"I understand," she whispered through her sniffles, her voice cracking a little. "I love you, too. And I'm so sorry you have to go through this. I can't imagine..." But she could, in a way. It was different for her, there was no chance of anyone from her past remembering her here, but that didn't mean that they didn't exist in this world. She'd looked, after all.