[Bella is quiet for a moment, looking down at their joined hands. She thinks about -- well, she thinks about how angry and helpless and scared Clarisse's dark mood had made her feel. Then she thinks about her own slips into that sad, empty, endless place. There had been...so many more than she ever anticipated.

So she exhales, looks back up, her expression solemn.] It might. Or it -- might for me. I've been that person before too.

It doesn't change how I feel about you, though. Nothing you do could change that.