[Here goes nothing. If she expects Edward to be open with her, it follows that she needs to be just as open with him. She twists her hands together, her nerves and sense of guilt making her unable to be still.]

Klavier was incredibly jealous of you, you know. He saw you as a threat. And... he was right. I spoke about it euphemistically. I cared about you. There was something between us. We had chemistry. But the reality of it? It went deeper than that. It still does.

[By now, she's staring down at her hands. If he's able to read between her words, he should be happy at the confession--even if it's being delivered in a package of angst.]

I refused to even entertain the idea. You're... not the easiest person to be around, sometimes. I already had a relationship. I was supposed to be happy. I was happy, at least some of the time. Plus, I didn't want to hurt him. You have to understand: every person he's ever held truly close has betrayed him somehow. His brother. His best friend. And, at the end, me... without my even realizing it. It wasn't until Schuldig pointed out the facts that I realized... what I'd really done. What I am doing. I don't feel like a good person for it.

I guess what I'm trying to say is... the answer to your question is incredibly complicated. This... this has been coming for a long time. I wonder if it might have happened if Klavier had stayed. And part of me really hopes... [that Klavier doesn't come back. There's a sting in her eyes, so she cuts the sentence short to try and keep them at bay. She falls quiet, looking around at everything except Edward.]