Does it surprise you? [ She smiles, lips curving into an almost bitter sort of smile. ] Does it surprise you that I'm still capable of feeling something other than anger and hate your poison left me with?

[ She thinks she should be more bitter and angry saying that, but she isn't ─ she sounds more tired than anything, disappointed even. ]

He met her before she became me, before the world became colored with vengeance and anger. [ When she was so rebellious and playful, when her smiles were filled with warmth rather than ice. ] Then she changed and she became me, but he did not abandoned me [ Like you did, goes unsaid. ] and he dragged her back out, he dragged her from underneath the mountain of ash she had been buried under.

So yes, we were close.