[if he's sharpened like a knife, she's ready to be cut. this is no time for falling apart and looking weak, now. and despite how she might worry about him over his life-after-death experience, it would be foolhardy to extend another hand, only so it could be refused. maybe he isn't "over it", after all, but it's none of her business.

through archer, she's dreamed the pain of living years of a life someone may not have wanted—the grim, too genuine expression on her face when she remembers the gallows and the swords in his back doesn't fade. finally, she flips her loose hair behind her shoulder, and she whips to the door.]

... Like I said, it's nothing. It doesn't change how I think of you or how I would treat you. I simply thought you would appreciate being told, rather than me keeping it in the dark.

Take care, Jason. My username is "Tohsaka Rin" if you break something else.

[she will walk right out if he doesn't stop her. he has one last chance to say something if he wants, but she knows she's due no elaboration.]