That, she thinks, makes it her fault again-- if she's the one who sent their son away, if that's what broke them, a slow-motion collapse that led to his empty house and this soulless condo.

And she knows, if she really did-- she must have had a good reason. It sounds impossible; the idea is like a fist around her heart, squeezing every time she thinks of it. Maybe she deserves more blame than Mulder can stand to let her carry.

"I can't imagine what that was like-- for either of us." At least she would have had some sense of it; some understanding of why. For him--

She cant understand why he ever forgave her.