It's nothing she didn't already know, or at least have an inkling about, but the effect of the words is palpable. Goldy's uncompromising set wavers for a few moments, and then softens slightly. Her gaze falls to the floor as she assimilates the confession and request, and forms a response.

"I have been patient. Uncharacteristically so."

There's still a bite in her voice, but now it's more like a chilly Fall breeze than an Arctic blast.

"I know who and what I am."

She looks back up, cupping her cheeks in her hands, and finds Miho's eyes.

"I'm intolerant. I'm bolshy. I'm a bitch. I'm not cut out to be in love, and yet I undoubtedly am. I'm not cut out to be a doting girlfriend, who is understanding and compassionate and always around when she's needed for a hug or kind words. However, with you, I have really tried to be."

As poor as those efforts may seem in retrospect, she has truly been giving a hundred percent.

"And apparently, that is not good enough."