She was a little surprised to see the young man at the gravesite on that day, but not as much as she would have expected herself to be.

"You came to see her after all," she said.

"You must think I'm a terrible person for not coming to visit in so long. But ever since that time... I haven't been able to bring myself to come see her. When I came to say goodbye, she looked so... disapproving." Although he spoke as if answering her statement, he stared at the grave instead of looking at her as he talked.
"Do you think it was because you saved me?"
He frowned. "No. ...She was disappointed in me, I think."
She laid her hand on his shoulder, causing him to flinch visibly. After so long, he still wasn't used to any woman's touch. "You're wrong. No matter what you do... she can't ever be disappointed in you."
For the first time, his gaze met hers. "Why? How can you say that? After all I did..."
"Her true self... is kinder than anyone or anything. And she loves you. Nothing you do could ever make her lose faith in you, because she knows what you're like in your heart."

He was crying by now. "H-How can you say these things? How can you possibly know how she felt? How could you possibly understand her? Understand us?"

"I know him. She left herself inside of him." She smiled at him. "I'm not her 'replacement,' you know. You can't think of me that way."
"Do you think she understands that?"

"Someone as kind as her... I'm sure she does. So don't cry anymore. Don't cry. She's always watching over you."