[She's quiet, then, for a long moment, and at first it might seem as though she's thinking deeply about what he's said, but in fact she's really just drifted off a little without noticing it, and has to resurface out of her drowsiness to come back into focus on the present moment.]

What if you hadn't?

[She motions vaguely to her arm, then winces when a little sting jumps up her arm from the movement.]

If you had let go of me. Would you feel any better, knowing you had let go instead of hurting me?