[She glances away from Billy off to a distance point over his shoulder, frowning slightly as she tries to figure out what of her experience she can draw on... anything that will help... and as part of her wonders why she should even bother.]

It's true, you can't force anyone to want you back, to accept what ya did. [She looks at Billy again.] But ya could walk aroun' with less of a 'kick me' sign on your back an' more of a 'I did wrong an' I want things between us to be right,' kinda sign. We're an hour into this talk, an' I still can't tell what you want, an' you still can't tell me who to blame.