It... It's okay. It's not your fault, you couldn't stop yourself.

[Luke rubs his left wrist, still not looking at her. His own tone holds nervousness, too, and dejection. Now that she's seen what happened... he's told her before, but actually seen it, and how he acted, and the extent of what he did, how is she going to react? He's... He's a monster. Who'd want to be with someone like him?]

I'm... the one who should be sorry. That you had to see all of that. I swear I'm not like that anymore, and I'm... I'm trying my best to atone for everything. I know I can never do it, but... [He shuts his eyes, just expecting to hear the shift and crunch of snow.] I'm sorry.