Re: Bruce W/Helena W
I wish you could too, I do. [A messy, wet inhale that's pushed out hard, because she can hear it, that bitter humorless not-laugh. She knows just how it feels.] I wanted someone to understand for so long, so long Bruce, just to understand, but I can't -- I know it hurts and I can't wish that on anyone. I can't. Even if it means not being alone anymore. [Because even if Bruce understood, it was still the feeling that clawed around in her guts and made her ache.]
For what? [And it's so bewildered as she moved to look in the camera. A little shake of her head, an almost smile.] I don't -- Always. Yes. Yes. I forgive you, even if I don't know what I'm forgiving you for.