"I am someone who did not die when I should have died..." came his hoarse voice. "I have always been homesick for arms that never held me when I needed them then. I became who I was to protect myself. Still, I never regretted any moment in my entire life, not even when that incident happened many years ago with you—because if it hadn't happened, I'd never have known who you were. The only moment I ever regret in my entire existence is this very moment. I wish you never had to see me this way...
He breathed in roughly and then made an attempt to smile as he looked at her, his head turning to the side, his red eyes glimmering darkly beneath the shadow of pain.
"I want you to know that you are mine," he whispered, a bitter smile carved on his unrecognizable face. "You have always been mine. Only mine. Remember that. But I also want you to know that I never intended to hurt you then... and certainly not now. I... I am sorry."
