[ A momentary surprise crosses Naminé's face at his sympathy; clearly, she wasn't expecting it. Her lips part slightly, head raising, only for her mouth to press closed again with what's almost like a wince as she gives a quick couple of blinks. Something inside her ribcage pinches, because it's not exactly been a common occurrence for others to acknowledge any hardship she's ever faced in as many words, and it feels a little like a physical blow, albeit a soft one.

With slight breathlessness, the girl confesses, ]

I tried to, even... even though by then, it was almost too late.

[ Definitely too late to avoid the guilt, though. ]

But you know? Everything turned out much better than I could have ever hoped. It might have taken me too long to do the right thing, but I'm glad that I did.

[ Given what she's seen in Basil already, Naminé's not entirely sure what to hypothesize the source of his sadness is exactly, yet it's no secret to her that they've got a few things in common, and remorse seems to be one of them. So, with a hint of caution in her tone, ]

I hope that whatever happens, and whatever you decide to do in the future - that it'll be the same for you.