"There's been... an image burned into my mind, from the very start," you say thoughtfully. "Of me. Alone, wandering the universe, and... someone asking me if I didn't want to stop, whether I didn't want to settle down with my friends. With everyone else. And there... I said no. It was a success. Everyone else was happy, and I would continue my job, my mission. Sad, but... everyone was happy. That's all I could ask for."
"That's not-" Mami pulls back from the hug, something like horror stealing across her gaze. "That's not right."