[She picks up on his mention of things that have happened before, wondering whether he means their previous arguments or situations from his own life. He told her about how he'd died before the first time they met. He'd also told her about his other identity, his powers. He had drawn her in from the beginning, even when she was too distracted to realize it.]

We didn't know each other then. [She frowns slightly.] You told me that you died before. I didn't know if you wanted to talk about it.- I still don't ask because I don't want to upset you. You were doing the same for me. If I wasn't okay with that, I wouldn't be here.

[Here with him. Here, in his arms. She looks up at him again, her frown pulling at one side to be less solemn and more skeptical.] You can't protect everyone, Bart. I know you want to, but people have to get hurt sometimes. I would way rather get murdered again than to never do anything dangerous. And yeah, sure, I'd rather someone saved me than actually dying, but that's the choice I'm making and the risk I'm willing to take.

It's like how you wear bright colors and yell at universe ending creepy shadow evil. I kind of wish you wouldn't? But you need to do dumb things to feel better. I guess we have that in common.