[She doesn't know what to say. Honestly, what can she say, to all that?

There are feelings that she's still kept buried and shrugged off. Bringing a sleeve to her eyes, she wipes whatever residual tears linger before smiling.]

Thank you. I think that... even if I still can't remember everything, I can still move forward and continue to make those choices that I won't regret.

[...]

...Hey, Firefly. Can I say something that's a little selfish?