If he was completely honest, he wasn't sure which he preferred, the bitter and cynical Mary or the forgiving and patient Magdalene. He kind of wanted her to hate him, because it reinforced that way he hated himself and made him feel less wretched. Still, hearing someone actually forgive him- Agatha tried, oh she did, but she couldn't quite let it go and properly forgive and forget. He stared at Mary, unsure what to say.