Vriska stood by the door, glaring at the smooth wood. She felt furious and irritated and hateful--and even a little sad, because sorry wasn't enough. And things couldn't go back to the way they had been once upon a time no matter how much anyone wished.

If this were before death--before the dream bubbles--she probably would have jumped on the chance to be friends again. Because Terezi had been her best friend, the one who'd understood her best. And she understood Terezi best, too.

"You'll try and try and try," she repeated bitterly. "And you'll see how hard it is. But at least I regretted my actions! But do you? You couldn't and wouldn't take it back. You can't. Too bad, but sorry ain't cutting it, 'sister.'"