"Why don't you think you're smart? Feels like you're so quick to think lowly of yourself, to compare yourself unfavorably. "

Her words are still soft, but her expression is sorrow - how she wishes she could impress upon him how she percieves him, exceptional among others. Wonderful, brave, intelligent, kind, cool, everything you'd wish to know in someone.

"Wayne...please, please be selfish." Because I can't be, she adds in her head. "Put yourself first, for once. The world won't end because you do."