[It should be the right thing to say. It should surely do something to slacken her tears. Because it is a very kind thing to say; it is, theoretically, exactly what she wants to hear.

Instead, for a span of a few seconds, Wysteria seems to cry even harder. And then she raises her face from her hands, red eyes and tear stained. She is very close to him, and the absolute picture of misery as she announces very loudly to him and the corridor,]

But I don't want to marry you. I'll understand if that makes a difference. If you change your mind. But you should know that.

[And with a wail, she presses her face back into her hands and presumably continues to get her snot all over him.]