[She gives him that time without a word, needing to compose herself as well. It's been over a year since she found out, and it hasn't gotten any easier. Whether or not she trusts him, she had to say it. It hurts, and she's glad this is audio. It lets her clear her face of emotion and keep her voice steady for when she can speak again. Someone has to keep it together, and she can't blame him for it not being him today.]

You're right. Whether it happens or not, you have to keep living. [Her voice drops a note here, getting a bit distant, as if she's remembering something.] But living without hope is just a way to die. No family would want that for you.