[ She looks at him, considers his words for a moment, and gently rests her hands on top of his. She gives them a squeeze, trying to provide any sort of reassurance she can – ]

You won't lose it. I promise. But, I won't force you, either. I just want you to know that it's okay, if you want to.

[ ... ]

My memories aren't pleasant...but I – I want...

[ Her chest feels tight. The realization that she wants Noé to know more about her hits like a truck. She'd been keeping her history relatively close to her chest, but she wants to believe in his sincerity, even if opening up about this might be scary. ]

I want you to learn about them, someday.