[Not long if she was sent back to the same time and place. She could still see Gamzee's silhouette--light cast against shadow as he was raising his club to bring down on her head and finish her off.]

[She steps towards him a little when his pitch starts to rise a bit, and carefully, uncertainly she reaches to take ahold of part of his sleeve]

We could keep asking those questions again, and again, and going over everything that happened but unfortunately it isn't going to change a thing. We need to--try

[because she knew it wasn't easy. It wasn't easy at all, and she had barely been doing that until they conversation.]

to focus on the now. Sure we may be sent back any day, but there is nothing we can do to control that, so we shouldn't dwell on it.

Now is all we have, after all. But I'm alive. And you're alive. That has to count for something, at least.