Kathryn understands that the words spoken at her funeral were torn from her unconscious mind, the relationships she hopes to forge, the legacy she'd be lucky to leave. But it's a few days before she realizes that Chakotay never wept over her body. And it's another week before she lets herself consider the implications.
He is kind about it. Brings her a rose, spends the evening with her. A month later, he falls into the arms of a woman he's just met. And then, soon enough, another.
And Kathryn wishes she could go back to not knowing her own heart.