I don't expect words to erase your regrets. I do not think they can be erased. I will never stop wishing for the return of those I have lost. But if nothing else, I hope that hearing them will help you forgive yourself, even if only a little bit.

[It's what he would have wanted under those circumstances. It's what he wants now.]

I will say it as many times as you care to hear it. And if you would rather I not speak at all, then I will stand beside you.

[Dimitri draws his arm inward, pulling Felix toward his chest, blocking the space where that bitter memory played out from his sight.]