[...yeah, he's kind of repeating himself. But she keeps asking questions that garner the same response. Maron realizes it. Her response, while serious, sounds more degrading to herself than it should be.]

I should already know about all of this. I'm eighteen now, I shouldn't need to ask others what love is. I'm making you repeat yourself because I can't understand it at all. I guess I'm not supposed to get it. Sorry, Kyon. For making you repeat everything you've already told me.

[There's a sigh that follows that; girls were supposed to be all about princesses and true love, weren't they? All figured out how their dream weddings would pan out, who their ideal guy was... all of that still seemed so... weird. So not-right to Maron. Eventually she'll glance up at Kyon.]

Do you have a pillow handy? I might need to smother myself with one.