When the door didn't open, Terezi couldn't help a sigh from escaping again. Her words were like daggers, even if she did expect them, and that made it no easier to hear it all. They only incurred more sadness from her, but she knew that the other girl's rage was justified. No matter the reasons she had for killing her, it was still the same thing in the end. "If I were sorry for only myself, wouldn't I just be wallowing in my regret all day long? Instead of trying to face what I have done? How can I make myself admit something like that, when it would be a lie?"

She gazed sadly at the door. "I don't think it would help, even if I did." Then she paused. "If you're not going to come out with me here, then I could just leave it here, and leave. If that's what you want."