She nods, the huff of air which escapes her sounding almost like a laugh, hopeless as she nods. With all that Neil's explained to her, and given just how extraordinary Sookie knows that Veronica was, it's impossible not to believe that Mathias might be better able to understand her than most of her friends. There are so many she's afraid of facing now, after weeks of complaining about how easily certain people told lies, or how hard it was to pin down the truth in people who'd lived far longer than they were ever meant to. Though she's never deliberately done so, Sookie knows she's painted Mitchell in a negative light to many close to her heart. And that she meant every word of it at the time.

Were she in their shoes, she'd berate herself for the decision as well.

"Yeah," she nods nonetheless. In this case, it doesn't particularly matter how other people think, Sookie reminds herself, any more than their judgments mattered when she'd first decided to date Bill. This is a matter between herself and Mathias. Herself and Mitchell. "I've gotta try. And believe me, there's a part of me so disappointed too, that I don't get to see so much more of the amazing man I've gotten to know these past few months. But I'm... glad you understand. And I'm sorry, again. It's not you at all. Just me."