Briareos rubbed that pound in his chest, it was painful now. Unbearable. "What would I have known to do with a young girl? I spent my life in darkness in torture. I knew nothing different." But it had made an impact. She had hated him more than her father. He was still a threat to her. She either saw him as a monster or as a weak being she could dominate for the harm he'd given.
"Wouldn't have if I'd known another way." That was his apology, which was deeper than the flimsy words of 'I'm sorry.'