You were hurting then, Genji, and I couldn't give you the help you needed. It was... okay to be angry. [To an extent, obviously- it's not something she ever would've told him back then out of fear she would be playing a role she wasn't properly suited for, and to not betray her own feelings about Genji... in retrospect, perhaps she hadn't done as well of a job as she had thought.

She sighs and rakes her free hand through her bangs. It was a hard thing to talk about, even if Genji himself had seemingly made peace with what his own family put him through.] I never held it against you.

[They had already gone over this in their letters, but there was something more fulfilling about being able to talk to him directly about it.

The gangling teenager shoots them another curious look and Angela coughs, pulling back- she hadn't realized how she had begun to lean towards him.]

Maybe we should continue this conversation elsewhere.