I can't. I can't just abandon the rest of the world. My life... The way it is, now, I have at least a chance to make sure history doesn't repeat itself. To make up for just a fraction of what I've done.

[ The sound of regret is overwhelming in his reply. He wishes for some perfect argument to assuage her anger, but he knows, of course, that he wouldn't deserve that, either. She should be angry with him. She should hate him. That's the kind of existence he's earned. ]

And... In the end, even if I knew without a doubt that there was nothing more I could do to atone, I still wouldn't deserve that kindness.