"No," Molly says with a slight shake of her head, though the look she shoots him is nothing short of grateful. "No, it's... I want to keep going." Difficult as it is, it's not as if it's going to get any easier, and she'd rather get it over with than have it hanging overhead. Just having him here, regardless of what capacity it's in, helps enough that she doesn't need to stop. Besides, as much as she hates having to admit any of this to him, it's a hell of a lot easier than it would be with a stranger, someone who wouldn't know her outside of any of this. "I mean, shit, there's not even that much to tell. It all happened so fast."

She still only has the most tenuous of grasps on a lot of it, too, things that happened more quickly than she could keep track of, that she was too distracted to make note of with any accuracy. That won't stop her from trying. All she can do now is make sure that this story is told the way it needs to be, nothing left out or glossed over. She can't take it back, she can't remove her own involvement, so as much as she hates being associated with it at all, it's better this way than belittling it.