But how to relate?

The relationship would have to be rebuilt, as there is no foundation for trust left. But she is wanting to escape again, it seems, this time through death.

And only now, when looking forward to die, she had the courage to meet me, trying to fix her bad conscience. It hurts, again.

What weight is there to her words, if it is not backed by actions? Is there love without courage? Doesn't love drive out fear?