[ Really, she can't meet his gaze for long. The mention of Noodle... The one he killed Maya in memory of, as the silence ate away at him. The one he thought was dead...that a brief look through the library would've proven otherwise.

It was a damn tragedy so perfect she can hardly believe it, until she looks at her own pathetic end. After that...she can believe anything.

Swallowing heavily, Rebecca's eyes drift back to the computer screen, where her correspondence with Max sits before her. If anything could be done... At this point, they're just holding out for a miracle, in these dwindling days. ]

For her sake... Whether she forgives him, or not. [ Something scratchy at her throat. If she could talk to Isabella again... She'd do anything to be forgiven. In that horrible place, she knew- she tried, tried to reach out to her, even though...the other woman was too far gone.

If he has that chance, where Rebecca's lost hers, who is she to deny that? ]

...What's between you two...is your business. [ Ultimately, what Rebecca settles on, though heavy and tired. ] For those reasons... I suppose I can understand. Why you'd tell her that.