I don't deny it.

[Her tone was solemn, and expression apologetic. Better have the cat out of the bag sooner than later, and better from her than from someone else.]

And I'm... really sorry about it.

[Because she didn't get to hang around and see the fruits of her labor.

That slow, creeping grief once he saw her body.

That slow, creeping anger at the world that robbed him of her.

That slow, creeping despair as he connected two and two, however that might be.

She could imagine it for all she wanted, but it wasn't the same as actually seeing and enjoying it. It was impossible given her role in bringing it about, but still a shame, regardless.]

I was... too weak and helpless against Enoshima's despair. But death saved me, in a way.

[She certainly meant every word of it, though for the wrong reasons.]

You don't have to believe me. And I know a million apologies would not be enough to atone for what I have done.

[That balled fist of his did not escape her notice, after all. And trust, once broken, was one that wasn't easily regained.]