Molly isn't sure if that makes it better or worse, knowing that it wasn't just here, that there could have been countless others even before Patrick got to Darrow who didn't get as lucky as she did. Either way, though, she's glad she knows. With as long as she was kept in the dark, she wouldn't want to stay there now. She saw him for who he really was in that apartment, something she'd apparently been blind to for months. Now that she has, she wants to know as much as she can, no matter how much it shakes her. It's not as if it could really make that much difference now, anyway.

She opens her mouth, meaning to say as much, but what comes out instead is entirely different. "It's not like we were ever really all that close," she says, her voice still wavering. "Or like it meant anything. I mean, I... I didn't have, you know, feelings for him, or anything like that." She thinks she might have hinted at as much when she gave her statement, but it's too difficult to keep track of now, though whether that's because of the concussion or stress or pain, she doesn't know. Her eyes widen slightly. "Do you think that's something I should be saying... I don't know, more officially?"