"I hate myself too." She says softly. "But not for this... you see... I don't care who you end up with... honestly, so long as you're happy... that's good enough for me... you know that... you've seen it." She looks up, her sense of drama thinking off-topic that it should be raining for this, she looks down, into Fran's eyes. "I suppose this is goodbye then, hmm? In all honesty... well... as you saw, you... today... you made that whole existence worthwhile... the emptiness... all of it." She looks up again, a small smile tugging at her lips. "So thank you... from the bottom of this... wasted, ancient... twisted... broken up facsimile of a heart." She extends her wings for takeoff, she could be stopped, but holds no hope for such a thing.