She doesn't wilt under it. She doesn't usually wilt.

"Pity would imply I don't think you can change. You could, if you wanted to. You don't want to. You make your choice. The same way I do."

She pulls her hand away.

"We'll never know for certain which of us is right. We can only act as we believe. But we're both trying."

She starts walking, not away from him but towards their destination.

"I don't have to agree with you to like you. Even about that."