Meredith closes her eyes at that, but somehow it's a relief, just knowing the girl was armed, that she was fighting. It's still horrifying, but it helps that he's not the only one who was playing for keeps, even if she still hates thinking of him hurt. With him looking at her, it's so hard to think about this clearly, so hard not to say she needs to go, she needs time to think about this. She doesn't need time, at least, not somewhere else, not alone. There's really only one thing she wants to ask and she's not sure if the answer will change anything anyway. "Would you really have done it?" she asks. "If you hadn't met me instead?"