It's never mattered what I deserve or not. That's just how life is for us spirits.

[The girl's arms begin to fold around herself. Hugging herself, because that's the only way that she can ever have such comfort.]

But living a life of hatred is empty. If someone would have apologized... I would have wanted to accept it. Instead, I've thrown my life away for a bitter wish.

Knowing that, do you still resist the idea of accepting forgiveness?