— Простите... — прошептал он, и это было сказано не миру, не тем, кого он когда-то оттолкнул, а самому себе, своему прошлому. — Простите меня за то, что сам построил эти стены. Простите за то, что ждал, что вы будете ломать их ради меня, вместо того, чтобы разрушить их самому.
Elie Flynn
Slowly, with great effort, ... knelt by the cold stone of the well. His cry, "You just abandoned me!" was a cry of pain, but the subsequent act of forgiveness that followed was an act of profound self-discovery. As if a heavy veil had lifted from his eyes.
"Forgive me..." he whispered, and this was spoken not to the world, not to those he had once pushed away, but to himself, to his past. "Forgive me for building these walls myself. Forgive me for waiting for you to break them for me, instead of tearing them down myself."
Elie Flynn
