[There's a moment of silence as Kanade process what he says; the words hang in the air between them, heavy and yet... not. There's no shunning of his words, just... letting them sink in.]

I understand. As hard as I work to atone for my sin... a part of me thinks I'll never be able to. Not after what I did.

[There's a creak of Kanade's chair as she moves. It's only a few steps, but she gets out of her chair, setting her headphones aside, so she can take a seat next to him on the floor, leaning back against her bed.]

... I don't know if I can just... let myself be happy like that. It's not fair, that I'm happy. [Not when her father still lies bedridden in the hospital after two years...] But maybe... I can start listening more, when they say good things.

[She's not sure if she can accept it. Not right away. But listening is a good start, right?]