She's crying again, just a few tears, but she refuses to pull her hands away from him. He's sorry. No, no--her shoosh dies on her lips.

"Don't--Psii, it's not your fault. I know you're going to insist I don't blame myself and I'm going to insist you don't blame yourself either. It was lonely because I lost you all. It was lonely because I ran away and lived and had to live knowing you all were gone. Dead or as good as dead. And it's not your fault, it's not my fault, it's the highbloods fault."

She takes a deep breath, "I'm not broken. You aren't broken. We're still here. We're hurt and we need to work ourselves back into dealing with the world, but we are not broken and we should stop blaming ourselves for it."

Hypocrisy at its finest but fake it til you make it.