You were waiting for me?
I was.
After everything I did to you?
Of course.
But why? There isn't a single way where someone is forgiven for what I did.
There isn't a point in being mad anymore. We are free now.
Free?
Yes.
I'm... free?
You are.
I don't feel free. How does one feel free?
Look at me. Do you see me?
I do.
That is how it feels.