[...Goddammit. She didn't think you'd actually cry. Way to make her feel bad, when she so clearly doesn't deserve it. Nope. She never deserves to have to feel bad for her actions.

She gives a long, drawn out sigh before whistling, the Vespa quickly zooming back into sight backwards before stopping in front of her before the yearbook jumps back into her hands. It's almost like the scene earlier was played in reverse, and she holds it out to Mart.]

You're running, kid.

You don't have to agonize over it, but maybe it'd do you some good to look back on it and think, yeah?