[She opens her mouth to respond, but the words don't come. She wants to tell him that it's okay, he was hurting, and she had been the one to hurt him. That she deserved the reaction she got because she had been selfish in her motives. That she hadn't liked it any more than he had at the time.]

[Perhaps it's the weight of realization, slowly sinking in, that this can't be a dream. That this is the real Genji, and he is really here, forgiving her for her failure. Perhaps that is what takes her words away from her.]

[Angela bows her head, wipes the excess emotion from her face, and meets his visor's gaze anew with a healthier, more professional smile.]

If I may be honest, it will be some time before I forgive myself, but I assure you, I have long since forgiven you.

[There's a brief pause before she adds, quite distinctly not as a question:]

This is not a dream, is it.