I don't know anything about you, really. 9 weeks aren't enough to really know you...

[ Morbid, but true. She won't dance around the subject off letting him think she's being a know-it-all. She does put people first, she can't help that, but... in the end, she won't push him to talk about things. ]

Whether you're reflective on it or not, you're alive. You have no choice but to move forward or you'll make yourself vulnerable.

[ She sounds serious, but more like tough love, okay. ]

I doubt getting killed twice sounds like fun.